Misc. Erotica Chaitali ki diary: Day 1 in Noida

[Mohit.Kumar]

Abdul growled, a low rumble vibrating against her. He hooked thick fingers under the straining bra cup, yanking it down roughly. Her heavy breast spilled free, dusky and pendulous, the nipple dark and stiffened into a tight bud. He seized it greedily with his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the hypersensitive flesh. Chaitali gasped, a sharp, keening sound torn from her throat as pleasure-pain radiated outward, tightening her belly and making her thighs clench involuntarily. His other hand mirrored the motion on her right breast, pulling down the bra cup, exposing her fully. He pinched the freed nipple between calloused thumb and forefinger, twisting sharply. She bucked against him, a choked sob escaping her lips – not protest, but raw, desperate sensation. The van’s vibrations mingled with the rhythmic pull of his mouth and the cruel pinch of his fingers, overwhelming her senses.

Rashid watched intently in the rear view mirror. He deliberately swerved the Omni onto a deeply rutted track, the violent jolts throwing Chaitali’s body against Abdul’s ministrations. Her exposed breasts swung heavily, slapping against Abdul’s stubbled cheek with each lurch. Abdul grunted, releasing her nipple with a wet pop, a thin string of saliva connecting his lips to her dusky areola. "Arre, Rashid Bhai" he laughed, breathless, his eyes glazed. "Gaadi sambhalo yaar Didi ke doodh pee raha hoon" He dove back in, sucking fiercely at the other nipple now, his hand kneading the first breast possessively, fingers digging into the yielding flesh, leaving red marks on her dusky skin. Chaitali writhed, her head thrashing against the vibrating metal, her hands clawing at Abdul’s shoulders, urging him on, lost in the storm of sensation.

Abdul’s mouth was relentless, alternating between rough sucking and scbanging bites that sent sharp jolts of pleasure-pain radiating deep into Chaitali’s core. He pinched her neglected nipple hard between calloused fingers, twisting it sharply, drawing a choked gasp from her throat that dissolved into a low, guttural moan. The heat was suffocating – Abdul’s body pressed against hers, the van’s engine radiating heat through the seat, the humid air thick with the mingled scents of sweat, stale beer, and her own musky arousal. Chaitali arched her back, pushing her breast harder into his mouth, her thighs instinctively parting.

Rashid watched the obscene spectacle in the vibrating rear view mirror. Chaitali’s dusky breasts were slick with Abdul’s saliva, glistening under the harsh afternoon light filtering through the dusty windshield. Her head was thrown back against the vibrating metal door frame, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted in a silent cry. Her crumpled saree had ridden up, exposing thick, dusky thighs trembling with each jolt of the van. Rashid deliberately steered the Omni into a series of bone-jarring ruts. The violent lurches threw Chaitali’s body violently against Abdul’s ministrations. Her heavy breasts slapped wetly against Abdul’s stubbled cheek, her hips grinding against his thigh with involuntary urgency. Rashid chuckled darkly, his knuckles whitening on the steering wheel. "Didi ka doodh bahut pasand aa raha hai Abdul Bhai ko" he called over his shoulder, his voice thick with amusement and something darker.

Abdul grunted, pulling his mouth away with a wet pop. A thin strand of saliva stretched between his lips and Chaitali’s swollen, dusky nipple. He grinned, panting, his eyes glazed. "Haan yaar," he rasped, his thumb rubbing roughly over the abused peak, making Chaitali whimper. "Bangalan gaay ka doodh... asli maza hai." He leaned forward, his tongue snaking out to lap roughly at the sweat pooling in the deep valley between her breasts. Chaitali shuddered, her fingers digging into his sweat-soaked vest.

Abdul’s thick fingers abandoned her nipple to roughly pull her blouse and bra straps down her shoulders, trapping her arms. Her heavy breasts swung free, dusky and pendulous, swaying heavily with the van’s violent motion. He seized both mounds in his large hands, kneading the yielding flesh like dough, his thumbs grinding hard against her stiffened nipples. Chaitali cried out, arching her back off the seat, her wide hips lifting instinctively. The relentless pressure sent waves of deep, aching pleasure mixed with sharp torment radiating down to her throbbing core. Her thighs clenched, seeking friction against nothing.

Rashid’s voice cut through her haze, sharp and commanding. "Chaitali didi.  Abdul Bhai ka lund choos" The Hindi words were crude, an order barked over the engine’s roar. Chaitali blinked, her lust-glazed eyes focusing on Rashid’s reflection in the rearview mirror. His gaze was hard, expectant. Without hesitation, a wide, eager smile spread across her flushed face. She slid clumsily off the sticky vinyl seat, her knees hitting the vibrating metal floorboards.  Abdul shifted, spreading his thick thighs wider, his erection straining obscenely against his fly. Chaitali shuffled forward on her knees, her wide hips brushing his boots. Her fingers trembled as she fumbled with his belt buckle, the cheap metal hot under her touch. The scent of his sweat and stale urine filled her nostrils, thick and primal.

Abdul groaned as the buckle gave way. His rough hand clamped onto the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair, forcing her face down towards the tented fabric. "Jaldi kar, Bangalan," he growled, his voice thick with impatience. Chaitali’s breath hitched. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his trousers and cheap cotton underwear, yanking them down in one clumsy motion. His thick, circumcised cock sprang free, rigid and flushed dark, veins pulsing visibly. The musky, animal scent intensified, mingling with the dust and petrol fumes. She stared, mesmerized by its angry stiffness, the glistening bead of pre-cum pearling at the slit. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips unconsciously.