Streets Of Kolkata – The Untold Story
sex story, stranger, train

Days passed, but not the memory of that day. She was trying hard to sleep but failed. She turned from one side to another. Kept changing her positions. She was wearing pink coloured pants and shirt Minnie Mouse printed on it. She was lying alone on her bed. Grandma was sleeping in the adjacent room. Hours past but sleep didn’t resided in her dreamland. This was her daily routine ever since that day. But today she was having a lot of problem in sleeping she overturned and her body pressure felt on her soft cushion like womanhood. She got am urged to cursed them. She started to rub herself on the bed. It felt good to her. After a lot of rubbing she got bored with it, too. But she found something really different, down there between her legs it a bit wet. She touched the wetness it was quite different in touch. Thick and sticky and bit smelly too. She started to touch it. Soon she was literally palming her sacred hole. She started to move in her triangular cave. Her hand felt less friction due to the soothing liquid oozing out from her cave. Soon intensity of rubbing changed its gear and her index finger slipped inside her hole. With time it made space for the next finger. With two fingers in her glorious hole she felt really different. She felt an awkward feeling that wasn’t charted out yet! Soon her body loosened its control and she over whelmed with pleasurable worship let out an intense orgasm. It was her first. It was thick. It was tiring. She lied like that. Hours quite. Not even thinking anything just enjoying the pleasure. Soon it end and felt that she need to have something, as she didn’t had her dinner cause of her swinging mood. She got up and walked down the corridor without her bottoms. Strange it is when you are hungry you don’t get food even. Alas! She found bananas in the fruit basket. She ate one took up the other one in succession. While peeling it she felt, still the liquid is oozing out from her. It moved down one of her fine leg. It gave her quite a big stir. She took the bananas to her room. Picked up her cell phone and googled her feeling and started to read some blogs. Soon she came across a blog stating a girl who felt all this for the first time and she later found the easiest way to control her urges. It was ‘Bananas’ . Bananas! In excitement she took up one and began to rub it on her not so deep hole. Somehow she gathered her courage and pushed it inside. But the banana was way too big for her little hole. It has room only for her two little finger. Still she tried and pushed it hard, not so hard that it can go inside. She felt a little pain when it was trying to make its way through her tunnel. After gathering some more courage. She placed it well on the entrance. Kept her legs wide apart. Closed her eyes. And pushed it inside. An inch of it went inside. She felt some pain and waited for sometime to relax. By the time she crushed her boobs over her top. Sometimes later again she pushed it. But it didn’t go much in inside. She felt some obstruction. She pushed it harder. Used all her strength and succeeded. As soon as it went some more inside, she felt immense pain. She felt that some one had tore her apart in two pieces. Panic-stricken. The banana acquired some blood on it, too. She started to curse herself for what she had done. She had no idea what to do next. Tensed she continued reading the blog, and found that she had broken her virginity knot. She reads, ‘it will feel some pain when your hymen breaks but soon the pain will subside and pleasure will overcome you’. She waited for pain to subside and gave a hard push to the banana. It moved in all at once. She gave few more strokes with the banana. She felt some strange pleasure overcome her. She let out shy grins of pleasure. Within minutes she felt her body tightened up and she felt heavy and soon she loosened up with loads of sticky liquid. She groaned, relief. She wore back her bottom but kept the banana still inside her and continued reading her blog, ‘enjoyed! Try out carrot and radish, too. Must try with bigger ones and see how much you take in. You can also buy some toys for yourself buy clicking on the link below.’ She excitedly clicked on the link and found some big girls toys. She found them interesting and ordered one looking like male cock, which was named as dildo and another one like a thin stick with beads attached to it in regular intervals. Satisfied she resided to the lands of dreams. She dreamt of that day. Moaning and sweating, tossing and turning, then a cry, a cry full of pain. “Are you alright, Anita!” Rohini, her best friend who had came up for a night stay, woke up with her cry and asked in a concerning tone. Rohini got out from the bed just to get her a glass of water “Again the same nightmare!” She enquired. “Yes!” In a deep voice that young girl in pajamas said. “Everything will be alright! Now chill up, see I am here after so many days, let’s enjoy.” Saying Rohini kissed her. Soon they began to kiss each other madly and caress their body. “You have grown a lot, Anita.” Breaking their kiss Rohini said. “Not much they are still ‘C’!” “And size.” “34!” “OMG! Really” “Yes you can check it on my bra.” And she took out her t-shirts. “You sexy bitch, its really 34C!” Excitedly. “Are they still 32.” “Not yet, they also 34!” “What are you doing man, you are really a sexy bitch, any guy will die to have you! But now I will taste your nectar.” She was going to kiss her but Anita stopped her and said, “You know na, I am not at all ready for these relationships things. You know na, to me love is very divine. That’s why I am saving myself for that someone special. Till then…” After that they got lost in the world of dreams. With sun at the top, shining brightly over the city of joy, Kolkata. Making their messy room, alight, perching through the curtains of the world of dreams. Allowing the sinners to start anew. “Are you ready?” Rohini called, the young lady who was pampering herself in front of the mirror. “Anita do it fast! I am waiting for you since an hour and you are still sitting in front of the mirror.” She applied, the final time, lipstick on her lips with her mouth wide open and gave deep look to the one who was standing on the other side of the mirror, a young lady in her eighteens wearing silk off shoulder top with beautiful embroidery work and a silk lehenga skirt loaded with rich detailed embellishment. Dupatta with decently embellished borders and all over. Settling her duppata well she stood up with a comb in her hand and gave swift stroke to her long black hair. “Anita! Anita! I think you are all done!” Rohini, in rage. But Anita stood like that for a minute, continued to give strokes to her hair, and then said, “Oh! Rohini, how am I looking!” “Unusually beautiful my darling!” Rohini remarked an then added, “Lets go, we are already late for our first day of college!” “Yes, I know it my darling! That’s why I wanna look my best.” “Looking best on the cost of reaching late to college on the very first day. What sort of impression will it remark.” “Oh! Rohini, don’t start your lectures now we are already late.” Both of them had worked really hard to get in that College, it was one of the finest college in Kolkata. “It feels like all my dreams are turned into reality, Rohini!” She quoted while walking down the corridor which led them to the main hall room. Together they walked down that old bricked mansion, towards grandma, who raised Anita with pure motherly affection, after her mother died. With some affections and blessings that old lady said adieu to them. Soon they were standing out in the street, weather was calm and cool, sun was shining with his glory. Office-goers were also coming out in the streets and running towards the metro stations. Metro in Kolkata, was started on October 24 of year 1984, it is India’s first underground rapid transit service connecting Kolkata with the suburbans around it. They also also walk to the Metro Station and waited for the first train to the College Street. With a hustling sound a long train arrived with a board in the front of it writing, ‘AC’, seeing that a sense of relief ran across those fat males with thick moustache, when that announcement was being made through those whistling speaker, making a shrill effect in everyone’s ear. As soon as the automatic door opened, everyone busted in to take up their seats. Actually there was no seat left, just a few places to stand. Still everyone pushed in. They tried their best to get a nice place to stand. Their hard work showed up and they got a place by a holding rod above their head, stood an AC duct. Due to the crowd it also seemed to be useless. Indeed it was emitting the cold air but the demand was still high. To avoid that they started to talk among themselves. “I’m so excited!” Anita said “Me too!” Rohini replied. Like this they continued with their girlish talk starting from what type of people they will see in the college to that they need to give a quick touch up when they get down at College Street. While talking Anita felt something, thick long rod begin rubbed on her waistline. She was so engrossed with her girlish talk that she didn’t liked to see who he was. But when she felt it again that ridiculed her, she turned around and said, “Dada, ek tou pechone thakun, na” Anita told him and continued with her talk with Rohini. After some moments again she felt the same, this time that rod seemed to be thicker than before and rubbing with an extra pace. When she was going to react on it, she felt something strange in herself. She felt that as if she was standing on a soft cloud and someone is tickling her, she felt completely out of her control, she let go her body free, she was standing with the support of that iron rod. That stranger continued to stroke and advances his hand to her belly. A moment later Anita felt that it was trying to go deep into her ass crack. But Anita had no control on her body, she was just standing like that. It was then Rohini came to know that something was wrong when she not replying her questions, and a brownish hand on her belly advancing up to her womanhood. Quickly she shook Anita and brought her to hers side and slapped that brown-hand man. “Dada, ae ki korcho tomeo. Now after all this thing it feels even more unsafe to commute…” She was in middle of the sentence when the gentlemen took him into their custody. “Anita! Are you alright.” Rohini asked her. She was still in a subconscious state. She shook her again. “Hmm… I am alright!” In a deep voice. After that there was only whispering all over the compartment, that stranger was taken away by the gentlemen to the other side and they were planning to hand him over to the metro guards. Everyone was talking about that only, so Anita was feeling very shy. As soon as the next station arrived, she got down from the train. Rohini followed her. So the gentlemen did pulled that man out and handed him over to the guards and boarded the next train. Anita was watching all these, she was just sitting on a not so busy side of the platform. When she saw there was no more familiar people from the train, she burst into tears. “Don’t cry Anita! Its alright, its not your fault.” Rohini tried to console her. “Its totally my fault.” In a sobbing sound she replied. “I could have stopped him or have slapped him the very first time I felt his… But…” She added sobbingly. “No…! No…! Stop now Anita!” In a pitiful voice. She took out her handkerchief and wiped off her tears. “When he was rubbing himself against my back I was feeling stranger. I haven’t felt like that ever before. I got the urge for more rhythmic moves of his thick, hard rod.” She shared hers feeling when Rohini was wiping off her tears. “What you are saying. The previous night you were saying that I am preserving myself for that someone special and now how all this bitchy stuff came into your mind?” Rohini in a firm voice tried to control her swinging feelings and urges. “I don’t know.” In embarrassment. “Now get up, we are already late for the college.” The two girls stood up and boarded the next train to College Street, acting like nothing had happened. ——– Wait for the sex story to continue. Feedback: [email protected]