Misc. Erotica Aniklal Ki Aneri : Virgin to Whore

[Desilover2021]

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.