Misc. Erotica Aniklal Ki Aneri : Crushed inside the Bus

[Desilover2021]

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.