Misc. Erotica Aniklal Ki Aneri : Crushed inside the Bus

[Desilover2021]

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.