Forced to cum inside her

I shifted uneasily on the creaky cot in my aunt Priya’s cramped spare room, the thin mattress barely cushioning the hard floor beneath. It was my third night at her place while I scouted for a paying guest spot in the city. At 32, Priya was a vision of raw sensuality, her voluptuous body a magnet for every glance. Her 32D breasts, heavy and round, strained against her sheer nightgown, her dark, pebble-hard nipples poking through, begging for attention. Her wide hips swayed with every step, and her shaved pussy lips, plump and glistening, peeked from under the gown’s short hem, her arousal evident in the slick sheen. At 22, my lean frame and shy demeanor felt outmatched by her electric presence, her sexual hunger filling the small apartment like a pulsing storm.

The first two nights had been uneventful, but this morning was different. I stirred from sleep, my body heavy but my mind jolting awake as a warm, skilled hand wrapped around my throbbing morning wood. My cock, thick and veined, stood rigid at 7 inches, the swollen, mushroom-shaped head slick with pre-cum. I cracked my eyes open just enough to see Priya’s curvy silhouette in the dawn’s faint glow. Her crimson-nailed fingers gripped my shaft, stroking with slow, deliberate precision, her thumb teasing the sensitive slit of my cockhead. I froze, heart pounding, and pretended to sleep, dodging the awkwardness of facing her boldness.

Her breath was hot on my neck, her lush body pressed tightly against mine. Her full breasts mashed against my back, their soft weight overwhelming, her erect nipples scraping my skin. Her bare thigh draped over mine, and I felt the wet heat of her pussy lips, slick with her juices, grinding against my leg. Her high libido was a living thing, her arousal matching the pulse of my own. My cock twitched in her hand, the veiny shaft straining as she worked it with expert rhythm. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, my hips subtly bucking into her grip despite my shy resolve.

My mind raced. How far would she go? Did she know I was awake? Was this her game? My body didn’t care, responding eagerly as my cock throbbed, pre-cum coating her fingers. Priya’s other hand roamed my chest, her nails grazing my nipples, sending jolts through me. Her full lips brushed my ear, her voice a sultry purr. “So fucking hard for me, Vishal,” she whispered, thick with lust. “Dreaming of your auntie’s pussy?”

I stayed silent, my chest heaving as I fought to keep still. Her words made my cock pulse, the thick shaft straining in her grip. She chuckled, low and wicked. “Still pretending? So cute.” Her strokes quickened, her hand slick with my pre-cum, her thumb circling my cockhead’s ridge. Her breasts pressed harder, their warmth enveloping me, her nipples like fire against my skin. Her hips ground against my thigh, her soaked pussy lips parting, her swollen clit throbbing against me. I was caught in her spell, my shy nature crumbling under her brazen desire.

“Such a big, juicy cock,” she murmured, nibbling my earlobe, her tongue flicking my skin. “I’ve dreamed of it stretching my pussy.” Her words ignited me, my balls tightening as her hand pumped faster. I wanted to turn, to see the hunger in her dark eyes, to watch her heavy tits bounce, but I stayed frozen, my body taut with need. Her fingers slowed, teasing just the tip, smearing my pre-cum in torturous circles. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?” she taunted, her voice dripping with heat. “Fill my tight cunt with this fat cock.” A groan escaped me, my control slipping as my cock pulsed violently.

Priya’s lips curved against my neck, her teeth grazing my skin. “That’s my boy,” she whispered, her hand slowing to a teasing stroke. The room filled with our ragged breathing and the wet sound of her hand on my cock, the cot creaking under us. Her pussy ground harder against my thigh, her juices soaking my skin, her clit pulsing with each roll of her hips. “So young, so fucking hard,” she moaned. “This cock was made for me.” Her words were a challenge, and my body answered, my balls aching, my orgasm lurking.

Her other hand slid lower, cupping my heavy balls, massaging the sensitive skin. “You’re dripping for me,” she teased, delighted. “Ready to fill my pussy?” Her hand squeezed the base of my cock, then slid up, slick and tight. She tugged my boxers down, freeing my cock fully, the cool air making me shiver. But then she moved, straddling my hips in one fluid motion, her gown hiked up, her glistening pussy hovering above my throbbing cock. Her breasts swayed, heavy and full, her nipples hard as she positioned herself. “No more games,” she purred, her eyes locked on mine, knowing I was awake. “I want you inside me.”

Before I could react, she sank down, her tight, soaking pussy enveloping my cock in one slow, deliberate motion. Her walls gripped me like a vice, hot and slick, stretching to take my thick shaft. She moaned, her head tilting back, her breasts bouncing as she settled, my cock buried to the hilt. “Fuck, you’re huge,” she gasped, her pussy clenching around me, her juices dripping down my balls. I groaned, my hands instinctively gripping her hips, her curves soft and warm under my fingers. She smirked, leaning forward, her heavy tits brushing my chest, her nipples grazing my skin.

She began to ride me, slow at first, her pussy sliding up and down my cock, her walls milking me with every movement. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and tempting, her moans filling the room. “You feel so good,” she moaned, her hands on my chest, her nails digging in. “This big cock stretching my pussy… fuck.” Her pace quickened, her hips grinding, her clit rubbing against my pelvis, her juices soaking us both. My cock throbbed inside her, the veiny shaft pulsing, my balls tightening as the pressure built.

“Cum in me, Vishal,” she commanded, her voice raw with need. “Fill my pussy with your hot load.” Her words broke me. She slammed down harder, her pussy gripping me tighter, her breasts bouncing wildly, her moans desperate. My body tensed, my toes curling as my orgasm erupted. I groaned, my cock pulsing violently, shooting thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside her. Priya moaned, her pussy clenching around CLUB me, milking every drop as her own climax hit, her juices flooding over my cock, her body trembling. My cum filled her, leaking out around my shaft, dripping onto my balls as she kept riding, drawing out every pulse.

Finally, she slowed, collapsing onto me, her heavy breasts pressed against my chest, her pussy still gripping my softening cock. Her breath was ragged, her lips brushing my neck. “You filled me so good,” she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. “My pussy’s full of you.” She slid off, my cum dripping from her swollen lips, glistening on her thighs. She smirked, her eyes dark with promise. “You’re staying longer, right? Because I want this cock in me every fucking night.”

I didn’t answer, my mind reeling, my body buzzing from the intensity. Priya chuckled, sliding out of bed, her hips swaying, her pussy still leaking my cum. “Good,” she said, as if I’d agreed. “I’ve got plans for you.” Alone on the cot, my cock still tingling, I knew this was just the beginning of Priya’s insatiable hunger.