Misc. Erotica Aniklal Ki Aneri : Virgin to Whore

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The berth noise by his powerful thrusts was quite audible. Every time he slammed his hips against my soft ass, the metal hinges of the berth were creaking loudly — “Kicchhh… kicchhh…”  I got scared that someone below or nearby might hear us. My heart was beating fast with fear and excitement mixed. “Uncle…dhire… awaaz aa rahi hai… (Uncle… slow…sound is coming…)”, I whispered in panic. But Uncle just held my waist tighter and commanded, “Chup kutiya… chodne de mujhe… tu bas maza le… (Shut up bitch… let me fuck… you just enjoy…)” He didn’t slow down at all. Instead, he got even hornier because of the added excitement by the noise. His thick cock was drilling my dripping bur (cunt) mercilessly, stretching my virgin walls wide open again and again.  

Moments later uncle grabbed my boobs from my back and fell over me, as he carved to feel my whole body. I couldn’t sustain his 80 kg plus weight over my tiny body frame and collapsed over bed. I was flat on my stomach, my face pressed into the pillow, and my legs were still spread. Uncle didn’t stop and continued fucking me from my back.  Hardly after a minute, he pulled his cock out, raised my waist slightly by his hand and paced his pillow underneath.   Now, my waist was resting on his pillow and I was in a flat doggy (full prone bone) position.   He was on top of me from behind, smashing my tiny 54 kg body completely within his huge body. His chest pressing on my back, his big belly on my slim waist, and his strong thighs securing my legs open. I felt myself so small and dominated, which gave me further arousal — like he owned me completely, but simultaneously I started suffocating, struggling to breathe enoughly. I turned my head to the side, towards the bus window.

He whispered roughly in my ear, biting my earlobe, “Shant rah randi… abhi khatam nahi hua…abhi teri chut faadni hai….… (stay quiet, you whore… it's not over yet… I will tear your pussy….)”. 

In no time, he adjusted his cock at my pussy entrance again and pushed in with one hard thrust. “Aaaahhh… Uncle…!” I moaned loudly. In this position his Lund (cock) went even deeper, hitting the deepest part of my tiny virgin pussy. He started fucking me from back with all his power now — long, powerful strokes, slamming his hips down on my soft ass again and again. His heavy balls were slapping my clit hard with every thrust. A quite audible “Thaap… Thaaap…” started appearing with each slamming and the berth was shaking violently under us, making even louder noises, but Uncle didn’t care a bit. He was like a wild bull, grunting and pounding my bur (cunt) without mercy. “Le… le… meri randi… pura lund le apni chut mein… aaj se tu meri randi hai … sirf meri (Take… take… my slut… take the whole cock in your cunt… from today, you are my slut…only mine)”.

I was completely lost in pleasure and submission, his obscene dialogs were fuelling it further. He fucked me so for another 4-5 minutes and my second orgasm also started building.  My pussy walls were clenching around his thick lund (cock) like crazy. “Uncle… ohhh… phir se aa raha hai… Oooffffff…” (Uncle… ohhh… it’s coming again… Oooffffff…) I cried softly in shyness, my voice muffled. By inserting his hand beneath my chest, Uncle again grabbed my both boobs and continued  pounding harder and harder. I could feel his sweat dripping on my back, his rough hands squeezing my boobs from the sides. 

Suddenly my second orgasm burst like a volcano inside me. “Ooooffffff… Uncle… ahhhhhh…!” My tiny body shuddered violently under him, my bur (cunt) gushing fresh juices all over his cock, my pussy muscles milking his lund (Lund)  so tightly. Waves of extreme pleasure washed over me again and again. I was feeling like a complete slut now — cumming so hard on this almost stranger uncle’s cock while lying flat under him like a perfect whore. Uncle didn’t stop even for a second, it seemed as if he was also building his orgasm. 

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And, suddenly we heard a third voice, “Baaahhh bhai…. baahhh…, khub maza le rahe ho apni Dixit bitiya ka (woooww brother...nice… enjoying well with your Dixit niece)”. I couldn’t turn my head because of Uncle's weight, but through reflection on the bus window I saw Bijender Ji was entering our berth.  

It seemed as, he was watching us for a long time through our curtain slit and in over-excitement,  he shifted quietly to our berth. 

His sudden intrusion shocked both of us. In panic, Aniklal Uncle pleaded to him, “Please Bijender bhai… kaha aa rahe ho …please, abhi jaao... ,please…(Please Bijender bhai… where are you coming…? Please spare us now…, please)”.  Bijender Ji comforted him by patting on his shoulder, “Bhai…koyee nahi… tu kar na… mai kuch nahi karuunga… mai bas yahi se dekhunga…(It's okay, brother… you continue and enjoy … I wont do anything..I’ll just stay here and watch)”. 

 Aniklal uncle's thick cock was still jammed inside my tiny pussy hole.  Although he was not happy by Bijender Ji's presence and felt disturbed. But as Bijender Ji assured him of cooperation, he resumed his strokes immediately. He was at such an arousal level, it was nearly impossible to leave me. 

I was just stunned in intense shame. For me, it was  utterly shameful. I tried to push away Aniklal Uncle from my back by lifting up my body, but it was just impossible against his huge weight. And as Uncle resumed his stroking, I said  “ nahi…. (no….)”.  Aniklal Uncle was already upset and my resistance further annoyed him. He grabbed my neck with his right hand, shoved my head in pillow and said “tu shant rah na randi…kaha na…abhi khatam nahi huaa hai… (you be silent, whore … I said you before…my fucking is not over yet)”. 

He resumed his stroking and within minutes he got back his tempo. Suddenly I found Bijender Ji hand over my left thigh. He caressed seductively and said with a smirk “maza aa raha na Aneri Ji uncle-Ji se chudaane me… kaha tha na, sablog chudate hai kisi se bhi…bina ‘Status’ check kiye..(Aren’t you enjoying by getting fucked by your uncle, Aneri Ji… Haven’t I told you, nowadays, all girls get fucked and enjoy with anyone, without caring their ‘Status’)”.

 I was already in extreme embarrassment, his touch and taunting made me completely uneasy.  But I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t even pull my thigh inside as those were pressed and  widely opened by Aniklal Uncle's huge waist and his weight.  Bijender Ji started stoking his cock over his pants with his hand. 

Aniklal Uncle didn’t care for Bijender Ji’s touch, it seemed as if he was gaining more excitement by seeing him stroking for me.  Aniklal Uncle held my head with his right hand and turned it towards Bijender Ji and said, “dekh kaise tujhe dekh kar …log tadapte lagte hain chodne ke liye…aur abhi tak tu apna ye chut chupa kar rakhi thi… (See how after seeing you..men become desperate to fuck you… and you were hiding your cunt till now). ”   Hearing that, Bijender Ji quickly opened his trouser and pulled out his cock. Ohh gosh, that was huge. It was as long as Aniklal Uncle’s, but even more thicker and slightly curved.  I turned my eyes away in shame.   

Seeing all  these actions, Aniklal Uncle got further heated. He was fucking me wildly with his prior tempo. Wrapping his right hand around my neck, he locked my face in that position and continued slamming his cock with powerful thrusts using his huge waist. By his other hand he was just holding my left hand. By getting fucked so openly and shamelessly in front of another man, I felt a new kind of sensation. A sluttery feeling.    He continued fucking me with his ultimate power. 

After another couple of minutes, I felt his cock swelling even bigger inside my tiny pussy. His thrusts became shorter and faster, more desperate. He gripped my neck tightly from behind and growled in my ear, “Aneri… ab jhadne wala hoon… teri bur mein hi chorunga apna maal… le pi le pura apne bur me… (Aneri… now I am going to cum… I will fill your pussy with my seed… swallow it all with your pussy…)”. His words made me shiver with fresh shame and strange excitement. Although I was aware of the pregnancy risk, the extreme pleasures didn’t let me think of that.  I was still a virgin just hours ago, and now this old uncle was about to discharge his hot seeds directly into my tiny unprotected womb. 

Hearing that, Bijender Ji also got thrilled and increased his self-stroking.  He also growled in continuation, “maza aa raha ya nahi Madam Ji.. uncle ka Lund lene me.  Aniklal bhai…dekho tumhari high profile kutiya kya mast randi ki tarah chuda rahi…Jaldi karo bhai…mujhe bhi chodna hai ess kutiya ko (Have you enjoyed your Uncle cock or not Madam Ji… Aniklal brother, see how your high profile bitch enjoying her fuck like a whore.  Brother, finish yourself fast, I also have to fuck this bitch).” Although, I was feeling a new kind of thrill on being fucked in front of another man, but his plan to also fuck me after Aniklal  uncle made me concern.  I looked towards him with raised eyebrows and was just able to say, “Nahiii… (no….)”. 

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And then Aniklal uncle made it happen.  Uncle gave one last deep, powerful thrust and buried his entire thick Lund (cock)  inside my bur (cunt). His cock started throbbing and jerking violently. “Unghhhh… le… le meri kutiya… pura maal le apni chut mein! (Unghhhh… take… take my bitch… take all my full load in your cunt!)”. Hot, thick jets of his cum started shooting straight into my virgin womb. I could feel every spurt clearly — warm, sticky, and so much of it. First spurt, second, third… it kept coming like a fountain, filling my tiny pussy completely. His cock was pulsing again and again, pumping more and more semen deep inside me. I felt my womb getting flooded with his seeds. The feeling was so intense and dirty — warm liquid spreading inside my most private part, coating my inner walls, some even leaking out around his cock because my tiny bur (cunt) couldn’t hold so much.

I was overwhelmed with emotions. My body was still shivering from my own orgasm, and now feeling Uncle’s hot cum filling me made me feel so submissive, so used, and strangely satisfied. Shame hit over me like a wave — I was just a 20-year-old good girl from a respectable family, and here I was, lying under this 49-year-old uncle on a public bus, my pussy full of his sperm. But at the same time, a deep slutty pleasure was blooming inside me. His warm seeds in my womb felt so intimate, so claiming, like he had labeled me as his own. My cunt was still twitching around his cock, milking every last drop. I could feel some cum dripping down through my ass crack and thighs, making the berth sheet wet. Tears of shame and ecstasy filled my eyes, but I stayed completely silent and submissive, just breathing heavily under his heavy body.

Uncle kept his cock buried deep inside me even after he finished cumming. He was panting heavily on my neck, kissing my ear and whispering, “Bahut mast hai tu Aneri… teri bur ne mera pura maal nikaal kar pi liya… ab tu meri randi hai. (you are so delicious Aneri… your pussy milked and drank all my load… now you are my slut.)”. 

Bijender Ji added in continuation, “Ha bhai..mast chudati hai ye… maza aaya hoga tumko (Yes brother… she is so cooperative on getting fucked …you mush have enjoyed)”.

Their words made me blush even more, but I didn’t respond. I just lay there quietly, feeling his softening cock still inside my cum-filled pussy, his heavy body crushing me, and his hot breath on my skin. My heart was full of mixed feelings — guilt for cheating my values, fear of getting caught and now the fear of getting pregnant, but there was also a secret thrill that I had finally experienced a real fuck, which was so raw and vulgar as it happened in a dream only.

The bus was still running smoothly on the highway, completely unaware of what had just happened in the last row's upper berth. Uncle finally pulled his cock out slowly. A thick glob of his white cum leaked out of my stretched cunt and ran down my ass crack. I felt so dirty and used, yet so satisfied. I stayed lying on my stomach, shy and submissive, not daring to look at them. 

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As Uncle got up, my full back was open. Bijender Ji looked at me like a hungry lion looking at a tender lamb.  His pants and underwear were already down and he was stroking his cock energetically while eying me wildly. Minutes before I was fucked so ruthlessly in front of him, and now he was ogling my nude body,  I was feeling very shy and embarrassed. I got up on my knees and tried to slide my kurti and bra down, and as soon as he saw my nude boobs, he looked shocked. 

He could only exclaim in excitement, “Ohhh…… “, and grabbed and squeezed my right boob in a quick move. I pushed his hand away shyly and slid my kurti and bra. Bijender Ji looked in a very poor condition. He was stroking his cock over 5-6 minutes while looking at me, waiting for his chance, and as I got up and covered myself he seemed to be in utter panic. He gripped my arm and spoke in frustration, “utth kaha rahi hai… mai kyu baitha hu yaha… ab mujhe bhi chodne de…(how you are  getting up…why am I sitting her… now, let me fuck you also) ”. I could just say “Nahi…(No…)” in shyness, and tried to get free. I looked towards Aniklal uncle in hope of being my saviour.  Bijender Ji also looked towards Aniklal Uncle, as if he wanted to flag this as an unfair conduct. 

Aniklal Uncle remained silent for a few seconds, still breathing heavily. His semi-harden cock was hanging down, coated  completely with my pussy juice.  He picked my salwaar from the berth and started cleaning his cock. That made me annoyed, but I didn’t object. I was still looking at him, hoping he would protect me. At least for the sake of his claim of being my uncle, he had made it before.

But instead, he just gave a small, awkward smile to Bijender ji and said in a low, tired voice,  “Arre Bijender bhai… thoda time doo usse… Ladki abhi bahut dari huyee hai. Itna jaldi mat karo. (Ooo Bijender brother…give her some time… she is very scared …dont do so fast)”.  Aniklal Uncle didn’t object or show any concern for me, rather he was allowing him to do as he wanted, just after giving me some time.  

Bijender Ji didn’t listen. His eyes were burning with raw hunger as he kept stroking his thicker, slightly curved cock. It looked even more frightening — darker, heavily veined, and already leaking precum from the tip.

“Dar? Ab kya darna hai isko? (Scared? Now why will she be scared? )” Bijender Ji mocked, squeezing my arm tighter. “Pehle to itne achhe se apni taang khol ke bur chudwa rahi thi uncle se. Ab ‘Nahi’ bol rahi hai ! Status ki baat karne wali madam ab randi ban chuki hai. Hai na Aneri ji? (Just before she was letting her pussy fucked nicely while opening her leg by an Uncle and now saying ‘No’!    Madam, who was lecturing about Status, now became a whore. Isn’t it Aneri ji?)”. ”

His words hit me like a tight slap. My face burned with shame. Just an hour ago I was proudly reminding him about class and status, and now here I was — almost naked, my salwar and panty thrown aside, Aniklal Uncle’s thick cum slowly leaking out of my freshly fucked pussy, and another man ready to ride me like a whore in a moving bus.

I tried to pull my arm away but Bijender Ji didn’t lose his grip and came further close to me. As all three of us were on the berth together, the space became a bit tighter. To give  him some room, Aniklal Uncle shifted a little towards the aisle, didn’t stop him at all. I was still on my knees at the berth corner facing towards the driver side and Bijender ji was at my front left side. Aniklal uncle was on my complete left and so my movement was quite restricted. 

 “Uncle… please… enko rokiye na… (Uncle… please… stop him…)” I whispered weakly, my voice shaking. 

Aniklal Uncle just patted my bare butt softly, as if comforting me. “Shhh Aneri… Bijender bhai bhi bahut der se pareshan hai. Ek baar chod lene do unko bhi…. Tumko bhi maza aayega…aur  koi nahi dekh raha hai. Bus mein sab so rahe hain (Shhh Aneri ... . Bijender bhai has also craved for a long time. Let him also fuck you once… you will also enjoy.  And nobody is watching. Everyone on the bus is sleeping.  )”.

Before I could protest further, Bijender ji grabbed both my wrists in one of his strong hands and pinned them above my head. With his other hand he roughly pulled my kurti and bra back up, exposing my breasts again. My 34C boobs, still red from Aniklal Uncle’s rough handling, jiggled freely.

“Wah… kya maal hai yaar (wow …what a piece she is…, mate)” Bijender ji groaned in appreciation. “Itni tight aur gol choochiyan… aur upar se high-class society ki ladki. Sapne me bhi nahi socha tha (So round and firm boobs… and a girl of a high-class society. I didn’t even wish in my dream)”.

He bent down and took my left nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard while grabbing my right one with his other hand and squeezing and pinching the nipple with his thick fingers. I gasped and twisted my body, but couldn’t move due to space constraints. My left was already blocked by Aniklal-Uncle, who was now sitting on the aisle berth and tying his pajama’s string knot. 

Bijender-Ji was in a completely fanatic mood, couldn’t keep a little patience. After sucking and playing with my swollen boobs for a few moments, he pushed me down on the berth. I was  again in my earlier position, lying on my stomach with my back on top, fully exposed to another hungered wolf. Aniklal-Uncle pillow was still at the same place and so my pussy and ass were similarly exposed. 

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I tried to counter him, but he was locking me in that position by holding and pressing my neck hard against the berth.  He moved his other hand down between my legs,  placed his thumb on my clitoris and other fingers to my pussy cracks. He rubbed my clitoris hard in a circle, while inserting his two fingers inside. Two thick fingers easily slid into my cum-filled pussy, making a wet squelching sound. “Arre wah… Aniklal bhai ne to pura bhar diya hai ..tumhari  chut ko (wow… Aniklal brother completely filled your cunt)”, he laughed.  “Ab mera number hai randi (Now, it's my turn …you whore)”. He pulled his fingers out, coated with Aniklal Uncle’s semen and my juices, and smeared it all over my clit.

Being pinned to the berth, I was facing the aisle side, and unwantedly my eyes fell on his big hard curvy cock, hanging slightly by its own weight. It looked alluring, but simultaneously gave me a tremor of fear. Minutes before, I had experienced Aniklal Uncle's big cock and so it gave me an idea about the upcoming struggle to accommodate his cock. Indeed, I had enjoyed loads of pleasures while being fucked by Aniklal uncle and Bijender-Ji cock was also eye catching, still I was very defiant of getting fucked by him.  I was still under shock for crossing my boundaries just now, with that having another man in continuation just after Aniklal uncle seemed very sluttish. I wanted to preserve my residual morals at least.    

Bijender-Ji stroked his fingers inside my cum filled pussy, a couple of times, as if he wanted to squeeze out Aniklal-Uncle cum, and make it ready for pouring his own sperm. 

Doing so, he realised my pussy tightness and got thrilled. Without wasting any further time, he shifted to my back.  He placed his knees between my legs, keeping his weight on his left elbow, he positioned his thicker cock at my entrance. The blunt, fat head felt even bigger than Aniklal Uncle’s. A shiver ran inside me and inadvertently I shrunk my thighs inside as if I wanted to restrict him to protect myself. 

I knew that would not be enough to stop him and so begged him again, “Uncle… dard ho raha hai baha… please… ab nahi karna (Uncle… it's painful there…please…now, I can’t do it) ”.  My voice was barely audible to him. Bijender-Ji just smirked and looked at Aniklal Uncle saying, “Bhai, iski taange pakad ke thoda failao… dekh ab ye kaise natak kar rahi hai (brother, open and hold her thigh wider… see how she started acting)”.

To my shock, Aniklal-Uncle actually did it. He held my right thigh and pulled it wider, helping Bijender-Ji to fuck me literally. I felt completely betrayed. But at the same time, it gave me a strange kind of feeling. My body was already betraying me again — fresh wetness was mixing with Aniklal Uncle’s cum.

Bijender-Ji pushed his cock inside. Because his cock was noticeably thicker, the stretch was much more intense. “Aaaahhh…!” I cried out as the fat head forced its way inside my already sore pussy. He didn’t stop. He kept pushing with steady, powerful strokes until more than half his thick meat was buried inside me.

“Ufff… bahut tight hai teri bur Aneri… bilkul virgin jaisi feel ho rahi hai abhi bhi (Ufff… your pussy is so tight … still it feels like a virgin pussy)”, he grunted, his face showing his pure pleasures.

He continued fucking me with long, powerful deep strokes and soon he forced my pussy to accomodate all of his thick curvy cock. Now, every thrust made his heavy balls slap against my ass. Because of the pillow still under my waist from earlier, my ass was raised perfectly for him. The angle allowed his curved cock to hit completely new spots inside me, making my eyes roll back.

Aniklal Uncle was watching everything from very close, occasionally squeezing my breast or rubbing my lips while Bijender-Ji pounded me. “Dekh Bijender bhai… kaise lund le rahi hai… meri bitiya (see Bijender brother… how she is taking your cock…my so-called niece)”, he said with a proud, dirty laugh.

Bijender-Ji increased his speed. The berth was creaking loudly again — “kichhh… kichhh… thaap… thaap…” — but he didn’t care. He was fucking me like an animal.

“Bol… ab bhi status yaad aa raha hai tujhe? (Tell me… still, are you finding any status gap?)”, he taunted while slamming into me harder.  He added further, “dekh ess High-class society wali ladki ko… do do lower category mardo ko ek saath maza de rahi hai…. Saali ..Randi…kutiya (See this High class society girl … pleasing two lower category men jointly …..you whore…. …bitch)”.

His humiliating words, combined with his thick cock stretching me mercilessly, pushed me towards another orgasm very fast. I bit the pillow hard to muffle my moans, but weak, broken sounds still escaped: “Uff… aaah… Uncle… nahi… ooofff…”

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Bijender-Ji laughed breathlessly. “Sun rahe ho Aniklal bhai? Ab ‘uncle…uncle’ bol rahi hai. Poori randi ho gayi hai teri bitiya.  Ooofff…kaise ye randi mil gayee tumko…? (Are you listening too, Aniklal bhai ?… now she is moaning as Uncle..uncle…,  your niece became a complete whore.  Ooofff… How you manage to get this whore)”.

He fucked me so for another 2-3 minutes and suddenly pulled out, using his power he flipped me onto my back again like a toy, and climbed between my legs in missionary position. Seeing Bijender-Ji's raw energy, I got scared and tried to restrict him by holding his shoulders. 

But then, Aniklal Uncle held my hands above my head to ease Bijender-Ji, and in no time, Bijender shoved his cock again in one hard thrust. This time his cock went balls-deep without much pain as my pussy was leaking profusely and also opened already before by Aniklal Uncle. There were some sores due to Aniklal-Uncle’s destructive fuck minutes before, but again that was compensated well by the enormous pleasures of this energetic shoving.  

He was fucking me with raw power, his heavy body slamming down on mine with every stroke. My big firm boobs were wobbling seductively with each stroke, and that leered both of them to attack immediately. Holding my hand with one hand, Aniklal uncle grabbed my right boob with another. He squeezed it hard and then started sucking its nipple. Bijender-Ji also grabbed my other wobbling boobs. While squeezing it strongly, he was also passing most of his body weight.  

 My boobs were getting felt, and squeezed by two different men simultaneously, while my pussy was drilled well by one. I, a 20 year old girl, was being enjoyed together by two over 40s uncles. My body was near to blast by the extreme arousals. My pussy became so responsive, walls were further bloated, clasping his cock so firmly, as if it wanted to feel his beautiful cock inch by inch. It was releasing abundant happy juices to welcome and please his cock.      

Indeed his thicker cock was creating a feeble burning sensation, yet it was creating delicious frictions inside my highly aroused pussy. I could feel another orgasm building rapidly.  

He fucked me so for another couple of minutes and then he felt an urge to feel me further more.  Pushing Aniklal uncle away, he got completely flat over me from top.  Inserting his both hands underneath my back, he bear-hugged me tightly. I was fully crushed under his big body.  Now both of my boobs were badly crushed under his huge body. It gave me a feeling of a complete man as well. Bringing my hand down, I held him passionately by his shoulders.  He continued fucking me in that position by another 2-3 minutes. I was very near to my next orgasm, Bijender-Ji also seemed approaching his peak. 

“Le… le meri high-class kutiya… aaj tujhe pregnant kar dunga main (Take …take it my high profile bitch…. today I will pregnant you with my baby)”, Bijender-Ji growled near my ear.

Those dirty words pushed me over the edge. My orgasm hit hard, even harder than the previous ones. “Aaaahhhh… Uncle… Bijender-ji… ooohhh fuck…uncle…” I moaned shamelessly, my pussy convulsing and milking his thick cock.

Bijender also didn’t last much longer. After a few more powerful thrusts, he buried himself as deep as possible and started shooting his load inside me. “Le…kutiya … le mera maal… bhar le apni chut…apni bachha-dani… ahhh  randi ! (Ahhh… take it bitch…take my sperms …fill your cunt..your womb…ahhh…you whore..!)”.

I felt jet after jet of his hot, thick cum flooding my already filled womb. Both men had now cum inside me within a short time. The feeling of being so completely used and getting filled by their sperms,  made me tremble with dirty satisfaction.

Bijender-Ji stayed on top of me for some time, panting, his cock still twitching inside my overflowing pussy. Aniklal Uncle was gently stroking my hair, looking at me with a mixture of lust and strange affection.

“Ab tu puri tarah se hamari randi ban gayee .. Aneri ( Now you become our absolute whore… Aneri)”, Aniklal Uncle whispered.

I lay there between the two men, completely exhausted, my body covered in sweat, my pussy leaking a mixture of both their seeds. The bus continued moving smoothly on the highway towards Udaipur, while inside the last row's upper berth, I, a decent 20-year-old girl, had been turned into a shared slut in the middle of the night.

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A couple of minutes later, I collected my full senses. Guilts  and  fears started surrounding me, but before that I felt an urge to cover myself. Pushing Bijeder Ji slowly to the left, I came out to the opposite corner, I slid my bra and kurti down. Their sperm was still leaking though from my pussy.  I took some tissues, wiped it well and got my panty and Salwar on. I was sitting on the aisle side berth, just waiting for Bijender-Ji to vacate my berth.  I was not in position to utter a word even. 

Bijender -Ji, as he became normal, thanked Aniklal Uncle saying, “Thankyou bhai… mujhe dilwaane ke liye… maza aa gaya…mast laundiya hai tumhari (Thankyou brother … for making her to let me fuck her…it was wonderful… What a hot piece your girl is !)”.  Aniklal uncle just patted his shoulder and said with a smirk, “Its okay bhai… dosti me chalta hai…. Mai bhi aaj hi choda hu esse…(It’s okay brother …It’s normal in friendship…even I also fucked her today only)”. Then both of them giggled together. 

I was just looking blindly towards the other corner in extreme shyness.  I was down by the tremendous guilt and simultaneously trembling by the fear of pregnancy. Although I had my last menstruation period 2 days back and I was fairly in the safe zone, the huge amount of their seeds and as they released directly inside my womb, were threatening me a bit.  

Soon, Aniklal Uncle reminded Bijender -Ji to return to his berth, as the bus was approaching Jaipur, the next halt. He wanted to secure ourselves before people woke-up at the next halt. I also went to the bus toilet, thoroughly cleaned myself, arranged my hair and clothing properly, and returned to my berth. Within the next 5 minutes, we all were at our berth.  

Jaipur halt was about to come in 30 minutes, but I didn't have any energy for having a tea or snack break. Instead, I decided to continue resting on my berth. I was sleeping on my side, facing towards the bus window. Probably, I didn't have the courage to face them after such an obscene and extensive fuck.

Aniklal Uncle was lying beside me, facing my back. Though I was pretending to sleep, he knew I was awake. He patted softly on my shoulder again.

“So gayee kya? Aneri.” (So, are you asleep? Aneri.)

I ignored and stayed silent, but when he repeated himself, I murmured, “Thak gayi hoon uncle…” (I’m tired, Uncle…)

He didn’t remove his hand. Instead, he slowly caressed my arm and spoke in a low, calm voice, as if trying to comfort a scared child.

“Aneri… jo hua, uske baare mein jayda mat socho. Life bahut chhoti hai beta. Ise puri tarah enjoy karna chahiye. Yeh jo family aur society ne morals aur restrictions ke naam par jo baandh rakha hai… yeh sab fake hai. Jo log in cheezon ko seriously lete hain, bo kabhi life enjoy nahi kar paate. Sirf regret rehta hai end mein.”

(Aneri… don’t think so much about what happened. Life is very short, child. One should enjoy it to the fullest. These morals and restrictions that family and society have imposed… all those are fake. People who take these things seriously never enjoy their life. In the end, only regret remains.)

He further added, “Aur abhi ka condition dekh… aadmi log kide makode ki tarah mar rahe duniya me… ye Corona virus type mahamari se… kaun kab nikal jaayega kuch bharosa nahi… , to kya humlog ko aise hi aise faltu morals aur ideology ke chakkar me apni jindagi barbaad karna chahiye … ya jab bhi jindagi mauka de, enjoy karna chahiye. (And see today's condition… people are dying like cockroaches in this world…by COVID type pandemics, life is unpredictable …who will live tomorrow… nobody knows…, then should we waste our life for these types of fake morals and ideologies… or shouldn’t we enjoy our life, whenever we have a chance).

I didn’t reply. Inside my head, a storm was going on. How can he say it’s not wrong? I just got fucked by two strangers… and even I also enjoyed and came multiple times like a slut. But somewhere deep, his words were touching my heart. I also felt that one who gets bound by morals and ethics, can’t enjoy life much. 

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He continued softly, “Tum abhi sirf 20 saal ki ho. Shaadi hone mein minimum 8-9 saal aur lagenge. Itne saal tak yeh sab maza miss karti rahogi? Itna zabardast pleasure… jo abhi tumne feel kiya… kya sach mein wait karna theek hai?”

(You are only 20 years old right now. It will take at least 8-9 more years for your marriage. Will you keep missing out on all this fun for so many years? This tremendous pleasure… that you just felt… is it really right to wait?)

He is right, a dangerous thought entered my mind. I am only twenty. Will it be so easy to keep longing and remain virgin till 28-29? And even after marriage, will my husband be able to please me like this?  Or, will my husband be possessing such a type of seducing cock?

Uncle’s voice became even more persuasive, “Aur yeh restriction sirf ladkiyon par kyun? Mardo ko toh society kuch nahi kahti, jaise chahe… enjoy karne deti. All affairs, prostitutes, … unke liye sab normal hai. Par ladki agar enjoy kare toh randi ban jaati hai? Kya yeh double standard nahi hai…?”

(And why are these restrictions only on girls? Society never restricts men,  allows them to enjoy, as they wish. All affairs, prostitutes — everything is ‘normal’ for them. But if a girl enjoys it, she becomes a whore? Isn’t it a double standard?)

He was not wrong, society is always biased towards men. My mind was twisting with his logic. Yes… boys in my college openly talk about their affairs and hookups, even showing pride after fucking any girl.  But if a girl just talks about such a thing, she gets her character assassinated.

He continued, “Dekho aajkal ki ladkiyan….woh sab samajh gayi hain. Aur essliye, bina kuch parbah kiye huye …openly Boyfriend bana rahi hain, live-in relations mein reh rahi hain, aur even one night stands kar rahi hain (Look at today’s girls… They have understood everything. And that's why, without caring anything they are making boyfriends, living in live-in relationships, and even having one-night stands)”. 

Taking a momentarily pause, he continued further, “Aur Jo openly nahi kar paati, woh secretly karti hain. Par karti zaroor hain. Kyunki unhe bhi pata hai — ek hi life hai. Baad mein shaadi ke baad bachche, ghar, responsibility… tab kya maza karogi? (And those who can’t do it openly, do it secretly. But they definitely do it. Because they also know — there is only one life. Later, after marriage, there will be children, home, responsibilities… then what fun will you have?)”

His hand had now moved to my waist again, gently rubbing in slow circles. I could feel fresh wetness between my legs despite the soreness.

“Jo hua abhi… bus mein… woh hum teeno ke alawa kisi ko nahi pata chalega. Kabhi nahi. Aisa secret tum apne dil mein rakh sakti ho. Kisi ko kuch nahi bolna hai. Aur agar fir kabhi opportunity mile — kahin bhi, kisi ke saath bhi — aur tumahara mann kare karwaane ka, toh tumhe jarur enjoy karna chahiye. Life enjoy karne ke liye hi bani hai Aneri.”

(Whatever happened just now… in the bus… no one except the three of us will ever know. Never. You can keep such a secret in your heart. Don’t tell anyone anything. And if you ever get an opportunity again— anywhere, with anyone — and you crave for getting fucked, then you must enjoy it. Life is made to enjoy, Aneri.)

I remained completely silent. Only my breathing had become slightly heavier. My thoughts were racing wildly. After a long pause, Uncle asked gently, “Samajh rahi ho na beta?” (You’re understanding, right beta?)

I gave the smallest possible reply, almost in a whisper, “Huunnn…” (Yes…)

He smiled behind me and kissed my shoulder softly over the kurti. “Good girl. Ab guilt mat feel karo. Jo hua, woh natural tha. Aur agar mann kare toh… aage bhi humlog enjoy kar sakte hain. Secretly.”  (Good girl. Don’t feel guilty now. What happened was natural. And if you feel like it… we can enjoy more in the future. Secretly.)

I didn’t say anything more. But inside, something had shifted. The heavy guilt was slowly mixing with a strange, dangerous acceptance. Maybe he was right. Maybe I had been lying to myself all these years about being “an ideal girl”, a girl for whom even thinking about sex is prohibited before marriage. Doing sex and doing it with such low level men is like making herself impure.    

And tonight I had already broken all barriers. So what is the point of feeling ashamed now?

As the bus started slowing down for Jaipur, I closed my eyes, feeling Aniklal Uncle’s warm hand still resting possessively on my waist. For the first time after the incident, I didn’t push his hand away.

Even after Aniklal Uncle’s conversation had relieved me from the extreme guilt, a new worry started eating me from inside — pregnancy risk. Although I was in my safe days after my last period, the huge amount of their thick semen and as both of them had pumped deep inside my womb was making me very anxious. I had heard that men from these low class people, especially from Aniklal uncle’s communities usually have very high fertility. That’s why they end up having so many children. The thought of their potent seeds swimming inside me kept disturbing me.

I should take a contraceptive pill, I thought. But then a new challenge hit me.  How will I buy it from a medical store? What if the chemist asks questions? Then I thought of asking Aniklal Uncle for this help, but again felt too shy. How could I openly discuss this with the same man who had just fucked and planted his sperms inside?

While these thoughts were running in my mind, Aniklal Uncle kept caressing my shoulder and back gently. His touch felt comforting. Slowly, tiredness took over and I fell into a deep sleep.

[Desilover2021]

Im writing to share some thoughts on the future of this story. When I originally developed this concept, I did so without considering restrictions on interfaith, inter-race or inter-caste  themes, as I’ve always believed that eroticism is driven by contrast.  

However, following a notification from the site, I had to make significant changes to the characters, the core theme, and the dialogues. 

While I’ve noticed this story is getting a high number of views, but not able to get  enough  "reactions". 
It seems as the current trend favors stories with incestuous themes (son-mother, father-daughter, etc.)—content and unfortunately I do not have such inclination.

Considering above, I have decided not to extend this story further.

Thank you for following along. I hope to see you in the next one.

Cheers,

[qazmlp]

Sad that the original contrast theme you had in mind had to be changed.

[drlund]

Loved the story..

[tweeny_fory]

wow
what a fucksttic ride in the bus
enjoyed it