Misc. Erotica Aniklal Ki Aneri : Crushed inside the Bus

[Desilover2021]

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.