Misc. Erotica Aniklal Ki Aneri : Crushed inside the Bus

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Aniklal Ki Aneri : Crushed inside the Bus


The entire bus stand was in complete chaos. It was a total mockery of the government’s COVID guidelines. People were covering their noses with handkerchiefs, towels, or whatever face masks they could afford, but no one was maintaining social distance. Everyone was pushing and shoving each other while buying tickets, boarding buses, or trying to move forward. The authorities kept making announcements asking people to follow the rules, but hardly anyone was listening.

I wasn’t bothered by any of it either. I just quietly followed Aniklal Uncle, staying hidden behind him and using him like a shield to protect myself from the crowd. This bus journey was my last option to reach home in Udaipur, as all flights and trains were already fully booked. After a lot of struggling and pushing, we finally managed to get two tickets for Udaipur. Following the closure of my engineering college in Noida, I was struggling badly to return to my home at Udaipur, and this bus journey appeared as my last option. 

It was a premium sleeper bus. Our berths were in the last row. I got the upper left single berth, while Aniklal Uncle got the upper right berth, which he had to share with another passenger. Uncle was on the window side, and there was one man sleeping between us.

After a delay of about half an hour, the bus finally departed from the stand around 5:30 pm. We both breathed a sigh of relief. The journey was supposed to take around 13 hours, so we were expected to reach Udaipur by the next morning. The bus was completely packed. They had even added extra passengers under the guise of “family and children.” Most of the passengers were men. There were only four women including me — two elderly aunties in their sixties and one lady in her mid-thirties with a small child. Naturally, I was getting a lot of curious stares. Even in the middle of this crisis, people couldn’t control their lust. Men were shamelessly eyeing girls. Luckily, my upper berth in the last row saved me a little from their teasing glances.

As the bus started moving, everyone began chatting.  The man sharing the berth with Uncle was Bijender Raigar, around 43 years old. He was also returning to his village Nai, near Udaipur. He used to work in a hotel in Delhi, but the hotel had been shut down due to government orders, so he was heading back home. Aniklal Uncle, and he also started chatting.  Like others, they were also talking about COVID, and its devastation. I felt also joining them and so I introduced myself, “Hello…, I am Aneri Dixit. Humlog saath ja rahe (We are traveling together)”. Contrary to my expectation, he forwarded his hand for a handshake, I accepted unwillingly with a sigh.  Aniklal Uncle interrupted immediately and claimed me as his niece, as he wanted to restrict Bijender ji’s conduct within decorum. 

We chatted for almost an hour and half, and the bus was still roaming in Delhi, collecting passengers from different boarding stations. Bijender Ji seemed to be a talkative person, just like Aniklal Uncle. But like the others, he too kept stealing glances at me whenever he got the chance. As a 20-year-old girl, I was quite familiar with such looks and ignoring him silently. Aniklal Uncle noticed it too and seemed a bit upset. During the introductions, he had introduced me as his niece, probably so he wanted to be my  protector or maybe he was trying to pretend.

Probably for that reason, Uncle proposed to Bijender ji to exchange his berth with me. He mentioned that we both are together and wanted to travel together. I got confused, as I was completely comfortable on my separate berth and never complained anything to Aniklal Uncle. 

In fact, I was quite uncomfortable sleeping with Aniklal uncle, who is an elderly person of 49 years and almost a stranger.  Yes, I was knowing Aniklal Uncle for barely a couple of days.  Aniklal Gujjar  was a relative of dad's ex-colleague Mr. Prabhat Gujjar, who was doing a small job of a  labour supervisor in a factory. After the closure of his factory by the Corona pandemic, he was returning to his home in Ajmer (Rajasthan). As I was also struggling to return to Udaipur, Prabhat Uncle requested him to help me. And for that reason, we have been struggling since the last few days to travel together and finally took this Udaipur bus. Aniklal uncle had planned to disembark at Ajmer, which is on the bus route. 

  As I barely knew him, I was not comfortable sleeping with him . With that there was a wider difference in our class. He belonged to a lower society class, while I belonged to an educated and prosperous family. Even I would not be sleeping with my own uncle at my age.

 I tried to stop him saying, "It's okay uncle. I am fine".  Bijender ji again looked towards Aniklal Uncle in confusion, but Uncle insisted him again saying "pleasssee." Bijender ji came down to exchange his seat and started looking towards me. Unwillingly, I got forced to change my berth.

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After moving to the right-side berth, I sat beside Aniklal Uncle and we continued our talking. It was around 8:45 pm and the bus took a halt for passengers' dinner near Alwar city. We, including Bijender ji, had dinner together. In the last 4 hours of chit chat, we all got more open to each other. 

  During dinner, Bijender ji suggested having some beers as it would help in relaxing on such a long journey. Aniklal Uncle quickly agreed to his suggestion and they both looked towards me. I felt they were asking if I had any objection. Although both were nearly strangers to me as I was knowing Aniklal Uncle for barely a couple of days and Bijender ji since only a few hours, considering their mood and excitement, I said it's fine. Quickly, Bijender ji brought 6 beer cans of 500 ml each. He said we could have one each now and another in the next stop at midnight. I was surprised that they were considering me for having beer as well and declined immediately. They insisted a few times, but I declined firmly. Ultimately, they took two cans  each and kept the remaining two cans for the latter.  

After having two strong beers together, both of them got in their mood, and started talking loudly and nonsense. And during the same, Bijender je asked Aniklal uncle that you are Gujjar and she is Dixit, how come she is your niece and started mocking with loud laugh. Being ashamed, Aniklal uncle quickly clarified to him that I am a daughter of  his close  friend.  Bijender ji mocked saying, I was doubting that  you both are a love couple and laughed loudly. Aniklal uncle also chuckled by patting softly on my thigh. I didn’t like the joke and responded sarcastically  to Bijender ji with a smirk that on what angle he finds us a love couple, as there is no match in age, religion or even status. I said that in anger but later realised my mistake for using the word ‘status’, that might have hurt Aniklal uncle. Bijender ji responded readily in the same tone that he works in a hotel and sees all these everyday. Many young girls coming from  upper class society, check- in to the hotel with all kinds of people and they don’t come for chit chat. He added further that many girls come just for a couple of hours and after enjoying themselves, she leaves the hotel and returns to her college or home. 

Aniklal uncle found our discussion was turning into a heated argument. And before I could respond, he said, “are Bijender bhai… bo sab chakkar nahi hai. Humlog bas apne apne ghar ja rahe (Ooo… brother,… we don't have such matters… we are just going our homes)”. 

I felt insulted by Bijender Ji's reply and got upset. I got up and excused myself saying, I am going to the bus. Aniklal uncle tried to stop me saying, we still have 10-12 mins of time, but I didn’t care and returned  to the bus. 

From my berth window, I saw that they were still talking and in a very funny way. Frequently, they were looking toward my berth window,  whispering to each other and patting each other. It was very obvious, they were talking about me; something funny and may be vulgar. 

 I recalled  Bijender Ji's comments that young rich girls come to hotels with men of all ages to have fun. In fact, that seemed to be true to me as well,  as in Delhi often I was finding weird couples, where a young high profile girl was dating a cheap, matured man.   But me as a Love couple with Aniklal uncle? … What a thought ! I just smiled at their  imagination.  Though looking at their current closeness and friendship, it seemed Aniklal uncle was well influenced  by Bijender ji.

Suddenly, the bus started honking and they also boarded the bus.  As soon as they returned to their berths, their ongoing discussion changed to whispering and then ended abruptly in front of me. 

The bus left the Alwar halt by 9:30 pm and continued its remaining journey. A few minutes later, Aniklal uncle said that he was feeling tired and wanted to sleep. Bijender ji also agreed. We arranged our beds, pulled the curtains, and settled in.  

I was not comfortable sleeping with Aniklal uncle on the shared berth even before, and after Bijender Ji’s recent allegation of ‘us as a Love Couple’ was making me more allergic, even though it was said in a lighter tone. Now, even a small body touch was making me worried for being doubted as uncle’s love partner, and so I was extra cautious.

I was exhausted after a long day of local commuting, buying tickets, and boarding the bus. Within ten minutes, I fell into a deep sleep.

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Probably half an hour later, I felt some discomfort in my left leg. I was sleeping on my side, facing the window, when I realized my left foot was stuck. As the discomfort continued, I slowly came to my senses and found that Aniklal Uncle’s leg was lying over mine. Without thinking much, I pushed his leg away and tried to sleep again. Barely a minute later, he placed his leg over mine once more. This time, I got alert and pushed it immediately again. But when he did it a third time, I became concerned and fully woke up. Instead of pushing his leg again, I tried to understand why he was doing it. And before I could think clearly, he began rubbing his foot against mine, as if trying to communicate something. It felt like he was showing affection. But why? Soon, I recalled Bijender ji's ‘Love couple’ allegation again. Ohh.., whether he also started believing in such a type of concept and got driven by his lust, dreaming to ride me like others?  That very thought sent a shiver through me. 

He was a relative of Dad’s friend and  it was shocking to believe  that he was also carrying such desire for me. Before he could go further, I pushed his leg away again. But then, in his next attempt, he shifted further closer and placed his entire leg over me. Now his thigh was almost overlapping my thigh, and I could feel some pressure on my ass as well. I tried to turn towards him and counter. But before I could react, he held my shoulder and restrained my position and then whispered in my ear, “Relax… kuch nahi hoga… aaram se raho.” (Relax… nothing will happen… just stay comfortable.)

OMG, what is he doing? I was shocked. I turned my head slightly right towards him and grunt silently , “Uncle… ye kya kar rahe ho?” (Uncle… what are you doing?). While saying so I also tried to remove his hand from my shoulder but he grabbed my hand and then re-adjusted his position to move further closer to me. Now he was completely behind me, his chest and abdomen pressed against my back. Sequentially, he wrapped his right arm around my abdomen and held me tighter against himself.  My ass was fully pressed against his crotch. That was too much to accept. I reacted saying, “Uncleee….” and tried hard to remove his hand grip. I was not able to speak much — probably in shock or shame, instead  trying to resist him physically.

He seemed as if he was expecting such resistance. He held me tightly in place and whispered, “Shhh…Aneri.  Shaant raho … kuch nahi hoga (Shhh…Aneri… stay quiet… nothing will happen)”. Taking a pause, he continued further “ Humdono akele hain… koi nahi dekh raha. Masti karte hain na thoda.” (We’re alone here and no one is  watching us. Let’s have some fun.)

I was already fuming from his awkward  body contact. His such ugly proposal made me crazy. I was shocked to know that he was aspiring to fuck me and that too in a running bus. I fell in deep fear and  continued my unsuccessful attempts to resist him in panic and muttered, “Uncle… nahi…” (Uncle… no…).

He didn’t listen. My objections had no effect on him and he continued his assault. He was so close to me that I could feel his hot breath on my ear. At the same time, I started feeling something hard pressing against my ass. And in no time, I realized what that was. I struggled desperately to free myself, but I couldn’t break free from his powerful grip. His arms held me tightly, making escape impossible. Slowly, his hand moved upward and grabbed my boobs. He squeezed them hard with raw desire. Soon after, he began rubbing his cock against my ass, grinding slowly but firmly. His hidden lust for me was pretty open, and even intensified more in the influence of alcohol. 

Even though I was not liking his actions, his physical stimulations were raising my body temperature. Heat spread through me like wildfire. Being a 20-year-old virgin, I had always dreamed about sex, but never dared to cross the line because of family and societal restrictions. Now, his bold assault was slowly awakening my hidden desires. My resistance became weaker and weaker, becoming more symbolic than real.  I was trying to control my emotions but his actions were pulling me into his nasty erotic play.  Soon all my resistance started becoming fake. By resisting him, I was just trying to portray myself as an ideal girl, a girl who would not accept such advances so easily from any man. But deep inside, I was turning to a slut.

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Realizing that my resistance had become weak and silent, Uncle understood my unspoken willingness. He moved forward confidently and opened the hooks of my kurti. He slipped his right hand inside and clutched my breasts over my bra. Overjoyed by the feeling of my boobs size and firmness, he got fanatic. In one quick motion, he unhooked my bra and took my bare boob into his rough hand. He grabbed them one after the other, squeezing them firmly and pinching my nipples between his fingers. Ohhh… goshhh…the feelings of his rough, big palm on my soft breasts was incredibly arousing. Mild pains by his hard squeezes felt bearable against those strong  pleasures. I had felt men’s hands on my breasts before as well, but those were over the clothes and a quick grope by roadside cheap strangers. Here, I was getting explored with great details. In addition to the incite feelings of his raw hand over my boobs, I was also getting provoked by his conduct. His desperation to grab and squeeze  my boobs showed me the true worth of my breast and why men were ogling me for years. And such acknowledgement fueled me further. 

At the same time, his hardened cock continued grinding against my bottom. He was pressing and shoving so close,  I could clearly feel his meat size and throbbing hardness over my ass cracks. 

A moment later, he slid his left hand below my neck and embraced me even more tightly, pulling my body against his. Then he lifted his head and tried to kiss my cheek. I quickly moved my head forward to avoid it, so his warm lips landed on my ear instead. A shiver of unexpected pleasure ran through my entire body.

I was almost certain that he wasn't going to stop until he satisfied his lust, yet I whispered in a shaky, nervous voice mixed with shyness, “Uncle… please…” As expected, he didn’t stop. Instead, he replied in a hoarse, hungry voice, “Aneri… tum bahut mast ho… pagal kar di ho pichle kuch din mein… bardasht nahi ho raha ab.” (Aneri… you are so hot… you made me mad in just a few days ... .  I can’t control myself anymore.)

Saying that, he locked me even tighter from behind with his strong left arm and planted a firm kiss on my cheek. At the same time, he squeezed my right boob with raw energy, kneading it possessively. This was the first time any man was feeling me so intimately — his body pressed against mine, enjoying my firm ass warmness,  his hands were exploring my breasts, and every curve.  

Even unwillingly, I was also feeling a man and his assault in such a way.  And that was giving me an undemanded pleasure, awakening my long-suppressed desires for having a man over me. My body was experiencing  a dangerous heat.  

Leaving my breasts, Uncle moved his right hand down to my crotch and began rubbing me boldly over my salwar. Instinctively, I squeezed my thighs together in shy resistance, trying to block him. But he managed to insert his palm in between applying more power and rubbed my pussy with his palm while pressing his middle two fingers over my slit. Ohhh… gosh… the sensation was so provoking. A strong wave of pleasure shot through me, and I couldn’t help but shrink my body in response.

He groaned softly near my ear, “Ohh Aneri… mast bur hai tera.” (Ohh Aneri… you have such a marvellous pussy.)

His dirty, appreciative words sent an unexpected thrill through me — both pleasing and deeply arousing. After fondling and rubbing my pussy a few more times over the fabric, he traced the tying string of my salwar and pulled it open in one swift motion. Before I could react, the knot was opened. As he tried to slide my salwar down, I quickly grabbed his hand to stop him. 

As he started overpowering me, I held my salwar desperately,  leaving his hand. But it was useless. He easily pushed my hand aside and slipped his palm inside, rubbing my pussy and slit directly over my thin panty. He witnessed the slight dampness over my panty and said in a horse horny voice, “mazza aa raha hai na…? (Aren’t you enjoying…?)”. I was caught and got ashamed.  Moments later, he slid his hand beneath my panty as well and touched my bare, smooth pussy for the first time. All my efforts to protect myself were failing. 

 It was too much. He was exploring my naked shaved pussy. Although I was still a virgin and never had sex before, I was keeping my pussy shaved for hygiene reasons. This was the first time I was feeling a man’s hand on my naked pussy. One after another, his advances were coming too fast, and I was panicking with nervousness and shame. His rough, thick fingers felt incredibly erotic against my soft, sensitive folds, sending strong waves of sensitive pleasure through me. At the same time, terror filled my mind by realising — it was a completely immoral act, and I was doing it with an almost stranger person, Aniklal uncle, and in a very risky situation as we were on a crowded bus.

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I held his wrist tightly, trying to restrict him over my pussy, but my strength faded, as soon as I felt his rough palm touch over my tender pussy skin. And after a couple of more resistance, I surrendered ultimately. 

His big palm cupping my pussy, and his thick middle finger rubbing up and down over my tiny wet slit.  He realised my dampness was intensified by his rubbings. He whispered in my ear, " tumraha chut to bah raha hai …. Lund ke liye …maza a raha hain na.. Aneri? (Your cunt is blowing to have a cock ... .Aren't you enjoying ...Aneri?). There was nothing for me to answer. I remained silent in high embarrassment.

He asked in a low voice, “Boyfriend hai tumhara..? Lund li ho kisi ka…? ” (Do you have a boyfriend ? Have you enjoyed any cock ..?). Don't know why he was asking such questions and how that was making sense for him…?  I was indulged in my delights by his hand playing and didn’t bother to answer. Also answering such questions at this point of time would be a sluttery behaviour. Even he didn’t wait for my answer and continued his relentless assault. 

He rubbed and stimulated my pussy with growing hunger, pressing his thumb over my swollen clitoris and rubbing it in slow, teasing circles while his middle finger was teasing my slit. The dual sensation was overwhelming. I kept holding his wrist weakly, but my resistance was just symbolic. Even inside, I was wishing him to continue. Suddenly, while spreading my folds, he pushed his thick middle finger inside me. “OMG…” An electrifying wave of intense pleasure surged through my body. I moaned involuntarily in a nervous, broken voice, “Ohhh… Uncle… pleasseee…” Uncle raised his face again and kissed me passionately. As he wanted to communicate his appreciation for giving him such an opportunity and simultaneously demanding me to remain calm and enjoy being together. 

My moaning was quite audible. I tried hard to control it, but the thrilling pleasure was too intense. His big finger inside my virgin cunt sent sparks through me, and I just couldn’t hold back. Aniklal Uncle had a big, rough hand from years of blue-collar work. His thick middle finger inside my tight cunt felt like a small cock stretching me. He pushed it in more than an inch, felt the gripping pressure of my tight pussy wet walls and then pulled it back. The sensation was overwhelming to both of us— hot, full, and so deeply intimate.

He repeated that motion for more than a  minute, sliding in and out slowly while his thumb kept massaging my swollen clit in firm circles.   At the same time, he was milling his cock  so hard, I could feel the pulse and its big girth between my ass cracks. I felt as if his cock was desperately demanding to enter.  It was boosting my hidden cravings like nothing I had ever felt. I was fighting so hard not to make noise, but weak, breathy moans still escaped me: “Ooofff… Uncle… uuufff…” .  I was  deeply indulged in his play and approaching my first orgasm. Now I was in his full control, enjoying him as he wanted; even deep inside I was wishing him to go forward, make me a woman and be my first man. 

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He also seemed to be in deep pleasure. The feeling of gripping pressure of my pussy walls over his finger, the warm wetness, and my erotic moaning, all these fuelled his desire to peak.  And suddenly, he became desperate, almost frantic. He pulled his hand out of my panty. In one swift motion, he turned me onto my back, spread my thighs apart and jumped on top of me.  I resisted slightly by pushing him away, but that was too weak to be effective.  He was fully laid on top of me. His heavy body covered mine completely. I felt his thick, meaty cock pressing directly against my pussy through the thin fabrics of my panty and his payjama. He was still in his pajamas and underwear, but his thick hard cock was well feelable on my pussy crack.

He slid his hands under my shoulders, lifted me slightly, and clasped my body tightly against his. My big boobs were crushed under his broad chest. He was possessing a big body of nearly 80 kg and so quite heavier for me, a tiny 54 kg girl. Crushed under his huge weight, I felt him dominating and protective, adding further arousal.  

As soon as he settled into this new position, he started grinding his thick cock furiously along my pussy crack. My pussy lips were parted slightly due to the hard pressure of his thick cock. It was his pyjamas and my panty thin fabrics, which were protecting my pussy from penetration.  He dry-humped me hard for a couple of minutes, simultaneously kissed every inch of my face like a starved man.  For him, I was the girl of his ultimate fantasy — young, beautiful, belonging to a respectful high society. And today, he had that girl laid under him.

He was stimulating me so hard and long, I was near to getting my first orgasm. I was behaving moreover like his sex doll, cooperating fully. I was fully prepared to let my pussy fucked, both physically and mentally.  In fact, I was a bit upset on his extended foreplay and whishing him to proceed quickly and fuck me hard, without having any fear in mind for my virginity and pains.  So I cooperated with him in full and let him play with me, as he wanted. I wanted to please him, so that he could please me.  

He went for more. Supporting himself on his knees and left hand, he tried to slide my kurti up to expose my breasts. It was getting difficult because of my body weight. Without thinking, I lifted my hips and back slightly to help him. The moment I realised my action; I felt a rush of embarrassment — I was literally offering my body to him. But he didn’t waste the chance and quickly pushed my kurti and bra all the way up to my neck, fully exposing my naked 34C breasts.

“Ahhh… … mast! (Ohh …Great!)” he muttered in pure joy. On my small body frame, my breasts looked even bigger and busty, especially now — red, tight and inflated like rubber balloons from my arousal. In seconds he jumped on them, grabbing both with his rough hands and sucking desperately like a hungry toddler baby. He was squeezing them eagerly while switching between nipples, sucking hard and scratching them occasionally with his teeth, as he was mad to get milk out of it.   The wet heat of his mouth, intermittent sharp little love bites, the way he pulled and grabbed — it sent electric jolts straight down to my pussy. I could feel the swelling of flesh around my cunt. It seemed as, my pussy was aching badly and getting furious for his cock. 

He left my breasts for a moment and quickly slid my panty down along with my already-loosen salwar. Again, I lifted my hips without minding my action, helping him to strip me.  And, this time he noticed my sluttery behavior well. He bent and kissed my forehead to show his gratitude for the cooperation.  I got completely blushed.

Resting on his left elbow and knees, he brought his right hand to my naked pussy. He spread its tiny slick folds with his thick middle finger and got thrilled in awe on realizing how profusely wet I was. This was the first time I had experienced  a man's foreplay and that too for so long, the feeling was too much to hide or control and so such a heated condition of my pussy was obvious. 

He leaned to my ear and whispered hotly, “Lund chahiye?” (You want my cock?)

I blushed badly, both from his dirty words and also after being caught on my dripping cunt.  He got fully on his knees and hurriedly opened his pajamas and underwear. The moment he pulled them down, his hardened cock sprang out like a thick spring rod, bouncing heavily in the dim light. I stole a glance from the corner of my eye. OMG… it was impressive — more than six inches long and so thick. The sight of it made my heart pounding heavily with a mix of fear and excitement.

He grabbed my hand and placed it directly on his throbbing cock. I pulled away instantly in shock. He took my hand again, this time holding it firmly from above so that I couldn’t escape. “Pakad na… dekh tumhare liye ekdum taiyaar hai, (Hold it… see, it is fully ready for you.)” he said in a husky voice.

I maintained some resistance as symbolic, but deep down I was loving that feeling. 

The heavy, pulsing heat of that thick meat in my palm was intoxicating. It felt so alive, so powerful. At the same time, his left hand kept squeezing and playing with my breasts. My heart was racing wildly. This was the first time I was holding a cock. OMG… No wonder why  girls are crazy for this. This was what I had been fantasizing about for the last six years —this is  the thing that slides deep inside a girl’s cunt and makes her mad. But it is so big… How could something this thick fit into my tiny virgin pussy? Would he really shove this inside me? Nooo… it would tear me apart. 

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He kept holding my hand, making me stroke him slowly while these panicked thoughts raced through my mind. Even though, I was burning from the heat inside and dying to be get fucked, a pure fear hit me by a sheer imagination of that huge rod tearing my pussy. I pulled my hand away with desperate force. I might have played with his cock for nearly a minute or more before pulling back. He tried to hold my hand again but then released it with some thought. Leaning close to my ear once more, he murmured in a hoarse voice… “Ab bur me chahiye …? (You want this in your cunt…?)”.  Hearing those dirty words, a strong shiver ran through my whole body. Although, I was with dangerously elevated arousal but couldn’t even imagine how my tiny pussy hole would be able to take such a massive, thick cock. 

His words were too vulgar, but I was too scared to stay quiet. In a pleading, shaky voice I whispered, “Nahi… please, I can’t…”  He didn’t pay much attention to my begging. Yet he tried to calm me down and said softly, “Arree… thik hai… darr mat… kuch nahi hoga.” (It’s okay… don’t be afraid… nothing will happen). His words didn’t erode my fear completely, but helped me stay a little patient and breathe. Uncle felt proud after seeing my fear and hesitation. Seeing me frightened by his cock, he felt more manly. 

It had already been more than an hour after leaving Alwar stop.  The bus was running smoothly on the highway and most passengers had fallen asleep. Only a few were still awake and Bijender Ji was one among them, as I could still hear his movement in between. And that was also giving me a kind of tension — the fear of getting caught like this made my heart beat even faster. I was almost naked, lying on my back with my legs open. Uncle brought his hand back to my pussy and examined its condition, as if he wanted to assure it's still ready to handle his cock. He wasn’t disappointed. My cunt was leaking heavily, even though my heart and stomach were trembling seeing his big and thick meat.

Realising how wet I was, he quickly pulled my panty and salwar completely off my feet. Now the only clothes left on me were my kurti and bra, both pushed up and folded around my neck, leaving my boobs fully exposed. He gently lifted my knees and spread them wider apart to make space for his body. Even though I was still nervous and scared, my lust had taken over me. I was fully submissive now, letting him do whatever he wanted. Even being in fear, but deep inside I was actually wishing for him to continue.

Quickly, he positioned himself between my spread legs. He touched my pussy again, rubbing the soft, wet lips of my slit with his thumb before pushing his finger inside just an inch. I shrank in nervousness, but the feeling was good. Then he brought his hand to his mouth, spit a lot of saliva on it, and rubbed it all over his thick cock to make it slippery. He placed both knees between my legs and climbed on top of me, locking my thighs wide open with his broad, heavy waist. By resting his left elbow beside me , he guided his cock to my pussy entrance by his right hand. 

My heartbeat was drumming so loud, like a drum in my chest. I could feel the big, mushroom-shaped head of his throbbing cock pressing right against my tight pussy crack. Slowly, he started applying pressure. A sharp, tearing pain spread all around my tiny hole. I cried out instinctively, “Nahi…!” (No…!).  

He ignored my cry and pushed harder, but instead of entering, his cock head slipped away.  And that gave me a sharp burning pain in my sensitive pussy entrance. Uncle mocked my cry saying, “kya huaa…? Kabhi chudi nahi ho kya…? (What happened …? Haven’t you fucked before…?)”. I remained  silent  to his filthy taunt? . He again placed his big mushroom at my entrance and tried to push hard.  It slipped away again and pained me a lot.  After two such repeated failed attempts, I was pushing him away desperately in pain, saying  “No… No…nahi..” again and again. 

Though he wasn’t bothering much about my resistance, he got frustrated by his repeated failures and my continuous cry. Suddenly, he grabbed my jaw tightly, pinched it, and grunted in a low voice, “Shaant rah na…!” (Be silent…!).

I felt a little insulted by his rude behaviour, but I obeyed him and tried to muffle my cries. I was already lost between lust and fear, and now his strong dominance was completely taking over me. 

Then he asked again in a soft tone, “pahle kabhi chudi nahi ho kya…? ( Have you ever get fucked before…?)”. This time he was asking quite seriously but I was too shy to respond to such a bold question.

He repeated himself, “bol na … koyee choda hai ya nahi tumko pahle? (Tell me … anybody fucked you before or not?)”. Although I was shy, I thought by answering him I might get some discount considering me as a virgin. And I mumbled in a low tone, “Nahi…. (No…)”.

His eyes sparked with such  pleasant surprise. He said delightedly, “Heeyy bhagwan … to tum virgin ho (Ohh god… so you are virgin).”

Then he  spat again, took more saliva on his hand, rubbed some on my pussy generously and remained over his cock head. Then he slid his left hand under my body from the side and clasped my upper body tightly. He rested his full heavy weight on me. I was now completely trapped under his strong grip and big body.

He positioned his cock at my entrance once more and applied steady, but increased pressure. This time he held his cock firmly and made sure it didn’t slip. With a sharp tearing pain, his thick cock head finally pushed inside my tiny hole. I cried in pain but quickly bit my lip hard to keep quiet and not upset him. My right hand instinctively pushed against his shoulder, trying to tell him how much it was hurting below. He didn’t bother a little. After letting his cock head inside, he started applying  short but firm thrusts with his hips.  Slowly, about one-third of his thick cock slid into me. The pain was too much now. I couldn’t hold back anymore and whispered in a suppressed, teary voice, “Uncle, pleassseee… nahi ho payega… bahut pain ho raha.” (Uncle, please… I can’t take it… it’s paining a lot).

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His cock felt as a thick shaft stretching my pussy lips wide apart with a sharp tearing pain. Uncle understood my plea and stopped moving his hips for a moment. He wrapped both arms tightly around me in a strong hug and started kissing me passionately. First, he gave me a deep French kiss on the lips, which also helped muffle my cries. Then he kissed all over my face, ears, and neck. All those wet kisses sent so many pleasing sensations through my body. Slowly, the pain down below started to fade and turn into delights. 

Soon he lifted his upper body a little, supporting himself on his left elbow. He buckled his backbone a bit, then grabbed my left boob with his right hand and started sucking my nipple hungrily. After a few moments, he switched to the right one. He kept sucking and licking both boobs one after the other for a couple of minutes. The pain in my pussy had now reduced a lot. In fact, it was being replaced by incredibly pleasing and warm feelings. 

The sensation of his big, rubbery cock stretching and filling my tight pussy walls felt so good that I was ready to bear the remaining pains.  As an experienced fucker, he well sensed my reduced cries and resistance. He left my boobs, clasped my upper body tightly again, and started kissing my neck, ears, and face once more. At the same time, he began fucking me with short strokes by moving his hips in rhythm. And it started giving me the new type of intoxicating sensations by his thick cock sides inside my tight pussy walls. 

Don't know when my mouth got open partly in ecstasy. All my resistance was gone. I was still holding his shoulder, but that was a compassion hold. 

Soon after a couple of minutes, he grew bolder and applied 10-12 powerful deep thrusts one after another. Almost two-thirds of his thick cock was now buried inside me. Each strong thrust made my whole body sway back along with him. The pain increased again for a moment, but the pleasure and thrill were growing even faster. 

He paused his strokes again, then licked and kissed all over my face with his wet, dripping tongue. It felt a bit filthy and nasty, but at the same time, it was awfully arousing. My pussy was already overflowing with pleasure, and this made it release even more juices. After a short break, he pulled his cock back until only the head remained inside, then gave one powerful thrust. OMG… it hurt sharply, but the pleasure of his thick cock rubbing against my tight lubricated walls was much stronger. He continued fucking me like this — pulling out slowly and then slamming back in with strong jerks. His thrusts were so powerful that the hinges of the berth were making a “kichhh… kichhhh…” sound with every push. It appeared as he was trying to increase the bus speed with his every push.  Within a couple of minutes, he finally managed to bury his entire thick cock deep inside me.

My Pussy stretched to a big ‘O’ shape to accommodate that massive shaft; it was gripping his thick shaft so tightly, as if they never wanted to let it go. His heavy balls started slapping against my ass crack with every stroke.

After fucking me so for 3-4 minutes, he took a short pause, adjusted his position, gripped me tightly with both hands again, and started fucking me with short but firm rhythmic strokes. Ahhhhh… the feeling was intensely arousing. I wanted to moan loudly in joy, but I tried to stay decent and keep quiet. I was holding his shoulders affectionately to support his movements and spreading my legs even wider to give him more easy access to my dripping pussy. By doing so, my legs were raised slightly in the air. 

He noticed how much I was enjoying him, simultaneously acknowledged how amazingly I was quenching his long due cravings. To award me an honor, he kissed my forehead affectionately and then gave me another deep kiss on the mouth. As he was enjoying fucking me, his arousal also increased and so did his thrusts. He was pumping me so energetically as he wanted to compensate for all his long due cravings of life.   His dying fantasy of fucking a modern girl suddenly became true. Getting an elegant high society girl like me was far beyond his dream and he was grateful to his god for giving him more than he wished. 

Our berth again started giving cracking sounds with his powerful plunges. His every stroke was producing a feeble  “Kicchhh…” sound.  Although it was nearly inaudible because of the bus engine and AC vent sounds, it was still giving me a kind of nervousness for being caught by any.  Our berth lights were off, still considerable lights were coming through the right side window tinted glass and through the thin fabric of the berth curtain. Fair enough for anybody to catch our acts by sliding the curtain. Luckily, the birth just below us was occupied by some elderly persons in their sixties and so I was assuming it was fairly safe.  

He continued fucking me rigorously with his hard storkes, and the intense pleasure started becaming unbearable. His thick cock was shoving relentlessly into my dripping pussy. On every thrust, his big mushroom head was stretching the tight passage, making way for his remaining cock.  He was fucking me since last 10 minutes.  My pleasures were approaching its peak. I was holding his shoulders with deep affection. 

Suddenly, my first orgasm bursted like a volcano. “Oooffff……Uncle… … ahhhh!”.  His thick shaft was already stretching my pussy walls in ‘O’ shape, and while releasing, it further cramped his cock applying more power, as if it wished to hold its movement till complete release. My body started shuddering in extreme pleasure and  I held his body tightly to control myself. Uncle paused momentarily to let me enjoy my orgasm. As my shudder stopped, he resumed his fucking further. Soon after, I felt some fluid start dripping through my ass crack to the berth.  He continued fucking so for another 3 to 4 minutes. Uncle seemed as he was exploring heaven — his Jannat — while fucking a young girl like me, someone he never even dreamed he could touch.

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I was also experiencing an extremely stunning pleasure I had never felt before. I used to hear from my friends about this heavenly feeling, but now I was feeling it myself. Certainly, I was receiving such pleasures from an overaged person of an underprivileged society and religion. But that was not mattering much to me, as I was swimming in an ocean of  lust. 

Uncle was fucking me since last 20 minutes in that position and so he decided for a  change to enjoy me even more. My thigh muscles were also starting to ache from being stretched so long under his heavy waist, so it gave me some relief too. I was lying on my back with open legs for the last 30 minutes. My pussy pain was almost vanished or probably it was completely taken over by the extreme pleasure he was giving me by the same cock. The time was around 11:00 PM and the bus was running smoothly on the highway.

Uncle pulled his thick cock out of my cunt with a wet “plop” sound and my pussy walls got relieved from an extreme stretching, still it was not gratified yet.  Following my first orgasm a few minutes before, uncle again pumped me so nicely, I got craved for more. My cheeks were burning red like a tomato. He sat back on his knees, his massive cock was shining with my thick pussy juices coating, standing rock hard like a thick banana.

He looked at me with those hungry eyes and commanded in a low but hard voice, “Ab  ghutno pe aa ja… aur kutiya ban ja… ab peeche se lunga tujhe.” (Now get on your knees… position like a bitch… I will fuck you from behind). His words were so vulgar and commanding that a fresh shiver ran through my body.  Even at my home, nobody was ordering me so and here I was getting commands from such a low-class person. Still, it was not offending me in any way, instead I was feeling a kind of obsession for him. I was bound by my own lust and simultaneously his dominance was passing a kind of slaving thrill to me.  His nonstop fuck after my first orgasm straved me again for more. My heart was pounding fast on having such an immoral act but my cunt was just blowing juices, it was betraying me completely. 

I slowly got up and obeyed him in complete shyness. Stroking his cock in his hand,  he looked at my position very carefully. Like an expert, he further guided and adjusted my position. I followed his command in complete obedience. He held my slim waist with both hands and pulled my hips higher, spreading my knees wider apart so my ass was fully open for him. My tiny cunt was completely visible to him from behind, dripping and swollen. He pushed my upper back down so my face buried in the pillow and my boobs almost touching the berth sheet. Now my ass stayed high like a proper kutiya (bitch) ready to be fucked.

The bus was moving with a steady speed, still there were some jerks and I was giving my best effort to  balance and maintain my position. My big 34C boobs were swaying like big mangoes and rubbing the berth sheet freely. My salwar and panty already thrown aside, my kurti still bunched up around my neck. I was feeling so exposed and slutty.

Uncle growled in excitement, “Oofff Aneri…, kya mast kutiya lag rahi hai…. Mast gaand hai tumhara.” (Oooffff Aneri…, you looked like a perfect bitch… what a butt you have …!.).  My absolute submission and adjusting my  position as he was guiding, was too shameful.  It was like I was dying in desperation to be get fucked. And when he complimented me as “mast kutiya…  and mast gaand…”  I got red-faced. 

 He leaned forward in enthusiasm, grabbed my hanging boobs from below and squeezed them hard, pulling my nipples like he wanted to milk me.

“Ahhh… …” I whimpered softly. He pinched my nipples roughly, then slapped and grabbed my ass cheeks lightly, measuring the butt flesh and its softness. “Teri gaand kitni mast hai… gol aur tight…” (what a hot ass you have … round and tight…)

He spat on his palm and rubbed his saliva all over my wet pussy from behind, spreading my pussy lips with his thick fingers. His middle finger pushed inside my hole again, making me moan weakly, “Uff… Uncle… please… …” . He  laughed low on my moan. 

My heart was racing in shame and thrill— I couldn’t believe I was letting this 49- 50 year-old man treat me like this on a crowded bus. My body was on fire, craving his thick Lund (cock)  again. Finally, Uncle positioned himself behind me on his knees. His heavy balls were hanging, and his rock-hard cock was pointing straight at my cunt. He held my waist tight with one hand and guided his fat cockhead to my pussy entrance with the other. Without any warning, he pushed forward.

“Unghhh…!” I gasped as his much awaited thick cock stretched my tight virgin bur (cunt) again in this new angle. In doggy style, it felt completely different — deeper, fuller, and so much more intense. His mushroom cock head reached and rubbed against new spots inside my pussy that I never knew existed. “Ahhh… Uncle… bahut ander hai…dard kar raha (Ahhh… Uncle… it’s going so deep…it's painful)”, I whispered in a shaky, submissive voice, my body trembling.  I was experiencing mild pain from having his cock so deep in that position, but can't deny the enormous delights as well.  

Uncle started fucking me properly in doggy style now, holding my slim hips and slamming his thick meat in and out. “Kaisa lag raha … Meri Kutiya…?  Kaisa laga mera lund… le mera pura lund apni bur mein… (Are you enjoying …my bitch…? How did you find my cock? … take my whole cock in your pussy…), he grunted. With every thrust, his heavy balls were slapping against my clit. The new sensations were driving me crazy. Every time his fat Lund (cock) pushed deep inside my tight hole from behind, it was hitting my g-spot so hard that sparks of pleasure shot through my whole body. 

My boobs were swinging wildly with each thrust, nipples rubbing against the sheet. I was feeling so slutty and exposed, the pleasure was too much to beat my shyness— I started pushing my ass back towards him instinctively, meeting his strokes. Unconsciously I murmured, “Ooofff……. “.  My bur (cunt) was gripping his cock like it never wanted to let go. Uncle fucked me harder in this doggy position, his thrusts becoming faster and rougher. For a full 5-6 minutes he pounded my tiny pussy like a machine, grunting dirty words like, “Teri bur bahut tight hai…randi ban gayi hai tu… dekh choos rahi hai mera lund… ” (Your pussy is so tight… you have become a slut…see how it’s sucking my cock…) and so on.

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Good start, pls add more gif and pics for sex session

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