Misc. Erotica Aniklal Ki Aneri : Virgin to Whore

[Desilover2021]

I tried to counter him, but he was locking me in that position by holding and pressing my neck hard against the berth.  He moved his other hand down between my legs,  placed his thumb on my clitoris and other fingers to my pussy cracks. He rubbed my clitoris hard in a circle, while inserting his two fingers inside. Two thick fingers easily slid into my cum-filled pussy, making a wet squelching sound. “Arre wah… Aniklal bhai ne to pura bhar diya hai ..tumhari  chut ko (wow… Aniklal brother completely filled your cunt)”, he laughed.  “Ab mera number hai randi (Now, it's my turn …you whore)”. He pulled his fingers out, coated with Aniklal Uncle’s semen and my juices, and smeared it all over my clit.

Being pinned to the berth, I was facing the aisle side, and unwantedly my eyes fell on his big hard curvy cock, hanging slightly by its own weight. It looked alluring, but simultaneously gave me a tremor of fear. Minutes before, I had experienced Aniklal Uncle's big cock and so it gave me an idea about the upcoming struggle to accommodate his cock. Indeed, I had enjoyed loads of pleasures while being fucked by Aniklal uncle and Bijender-Ji cock was also eye catching, still I was very defiant of getting fucked by him.  I was still under shock for crossing my boundaries just now, with that having another man in continuation just after Aniklal uncle seemed very sluttish. I wanted to preserve my residual morals at least.    

Bijender-Ji stroked his fingers inside my cum filled pussy, a couple of times, as if he wanted to squeeze out Aniklal-Uncle cum, and make it ready for pouring his own sperm. 

Doing so, he realised my pussy tightness and got thrilled. Without wasting any further time, he shifted to my back.  He placed his knees between my legs, keeping his weight on his left elbow, he positioned his thicker cock at my entrance. The blunt, fat head felt even bigger than Aniklal Uncle’s. A shiver ran inside me and inadvertently I shrunk my thighs inside as if I wanted to restrict him to protect myself. 

I knew that would not be enough to stop him and so begged him again, “Uncle… dard ho raha hai baha… please… ab nahi karna (Uncle… it's painful there…please…now, I can’t do it) ”.  My voice was barely audible to him. Bijender-Ji just smirked and looked at Aniklal Uncle saying, “Bhai, iski taange pakad ke thoda failao… dekh ab ye kaise natak kar rahi hai (brother, open and hold her thigh wider… see how she started acting)”.

To my shock, Aniklal-Uncle actually did it. He held my right thigh and pulled it wider, helping Bijender-Ji to fuck me literally. I felt completely betrayed. But at the same time, it gave me a strange kind of feeling. My body was already betraying me again — fresh wetness was mixing with Aniklal Uncle’s cum.

Bijender-Ji pushed his cock inside. Because his cock was noticeably thicker, the stretch was much more intense. “Aaaahhh…!” I cried out as the fat head forced its way inside my already sore pussy. He didn’t stop. He kept pushing with steady, powerful strokes until more than half his thick meat was buried inside me.

“Ufff… bahut tight hai teri bur Aneri… bilkul virgin jaisi feel ho rahi hai abhi bhi (Ufff… your pussy is so tight … still it feels like a virgin pussy)”, he grunted, his face showing his pure pleasures.

He continued fucking me with long, powerful deep strokes and soon he forced my pussy to accomodate all of his thick curvy cock. Now, every thrust made his heavy balls slap against my ass. Because of the pillow still under my waist from earlier, my ass was raised perfectly for him. The angle allowed his curved cock to hit completely new spots inside me, making my eyes roll back.

Aniklal Uncle was watching everything from very close, occasionally squeezing my breast or rubbing my lips while Bijender-Ji pounded me. “Dekh Bijender bhai… kaise lund le rahi hai… meri bitiya (see Bijender brother… how she is taking your cock…my so-called niece)”, he said with a proud, dirty laugh.

Bijender-Ji increased his speed. The berth was creaking loudly again — “kichhh… kichhh… thaap… thaap…” — but he didn’t care. He was fucking me like an animal.

“Bol… ab bhi status yaad aa raha hai tujhe? (Tell me… still, are you finding any status gap?)”, he taunted while slamming into me harder.  He added further, “dekh ess High-class society wali ladki ko… do do lower category mardo ko ek saath maza de rahi hai…. Saali ..Randi…kutiya (See this High class society girl … pleasing two lower category men jointly …..you whore…. …bitch)”.

His humiliating words, combined with his thick cock stretching me mercilessly, pushed me towards another orgasm very fast. I bit the pillow hard to muffle my moans, but weak, broken sounds still escaped: “Uff… aaah… Uncle… nahi… ooofff…”