“No.. No, I can’t, Manoj,” I screamed in pain, pressing my hands hard on his biceps and chest. “Remove it. Remove it, please.”
Manoj was not in the mood to leave me then and started kissing around my neck without moving his hips, before biting there, which made me scream in pain. To say frankly, I still couldn’t believe how I managed to accommodate his huge meat inside my virgin twat and felt really uncomfortable with its presence inside, along with the pain. In fact, it made me feel as if I should push him and then get away from that place as soon as possible. However, his teasing kisses around my neck calmed me slowly, and I soon stopped resisting him with my hands over his biceps. The moment he realised that I was relaxed, he started moving his hip up and down like a piston to fuck me in missionary position, which started hurting me again.
“No… no, Manoj,” I cried again, pressing my hands on his chest. “Please don’t move. It hurts.”
“You need to be patient, Anju,” he responded, staring right at my eyes again. “It will be painful initially. But trust me, you will really enjoy the pleasure that follows.”
Manoj continued moving his hip to and fro slowly to get access inside my tight, virgin pussy, which kept hurting me. He was too strong for me and continued thrusting his dick inside me, despite my efforts to push him away with all my force. But as he said, the pain subsided slowly and brought the pleasure I was craving to experience from my high school days. My clit got adjusted to the size of his huge boner quickly, and it felt like being filled inside me perfectly. My hands, which were pushing him away a couple of minutes ago, changed their approach and started pulling him closer. I moaned, closing my eyes and biting my lip in ecstasy for the pleasure he was giving me with his cock’s movement inside me.
Manoj kept fucking me in a steady rhythm for a while and then raised his pace of fucking gradually to make me moan wildly. I hugged him, wrapping my hands around his shoulders, and my legs swaddled around his waist as we moved together in a dance older than time itself. Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony as we became lost in each other’s embrace. Neither of us could have stopped even if we had wanted to, which we neither did as his boner pulsed inside me, thick and unrelenting. His hips moved with a rhythm that was both punishing and tender as every thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through my body. I could feel the stretch of his meat, the way my twat clung to it, swollen and drenched, as if it had been waiting for this moment forever.
“Oh, Anju,” he exhaled and whispered, moaning against my ear. “The feel of your wet pussy rubbing against my cock is incredible, and your moaning makes me even horny.”
That’s the first time he used the terms cock and pussy during the session, which turned me really wild, and I arched my back. My hands were gripping the bedsheets tightly while his hands slid down to grip my hips harder, pulling me into each thrust with a force that made my body jolt. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, and the wet squelch of my clit taking his boner was obscenely loud, and it only drove me wilder. His meat was hitting a particularly sensitive spot inside me, and all I could do was moan in ecstasy. Within a few seconds, I felt the pressure building inside my body once again, and my cunt clenched around Manoj’s dick involuntarily, before bursting to cum for the third orgasm of the session. I gasped along with my moans and pulled him closer, tangling my fingers in his hair.