My Raped pussy 2: the intrusion

Bijayini sat stiffly on the bench, arms half-lowered as Soumya continued kneading her heavy D-cup breasts. His palms felt hot and possessive, squeezing the soft, overflowing flesh. She turned her face away, lips pressed into a thin line, breathing hard through her nose in a mix of lingering arousal, shame, and growing fear.

“Please… Soumya, that’s enough,” she whispered, voice shaky.

But he leaned in closer, eyes dark with lust. “They’re so perfect, Bijayini. So fucking big and soft.” He lifted one heavy breast with both hands, lowered his head, and wrapped his lips around her dark, erect nipple. He sucked hard, tongue swirling wetly over the sensitive peak.

“Ah—!” She jerked, one hand instinctively pushing at his shoulder, trying to pull away. Her body twisted on the bench, thighs pressing together. “Stop… don’t do that!” She struggled lightly, squirming, but he held her breast firmly in his mouth, sucking deeper, teeth grazing just enough to send unwilling sparks through her. The blackmail video hung over her like a shadow — she knew he could ruin her with one tap.

He switched to the other nipple, sucking greedily, moaning against her skin as he lavished attention on her chest. Saliva coated her areolas, making them glisten. He pulled back slightly to admire them, still groping and jiggling the heavy mounds. “God, your tits are incredible… so full. Look how they bounce. You’re so beautiful like this, half-naked, nipples all hard for me. Even if you say no, your body knows.”

Bijayini’s cheeks burned with humiliation. She hated the praise, hated how her nipples stayed traitorously stiff under his tongue and fingers. Tears of frustration welled up, but she stayed mostly still, scared to push him too far.

After several minutes of him feasting on her breasts — sucking, licking, lightly biting, and constantly praising their size, softness, and how they looked in his hands — Soumya finally stood up. He towered over her seated form, breathing heavily. Without a word, he unbuckled his belt, shoved his pants and underwear down in one motion.

His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, easily 10 inches long with a girth that made Bijayini’s eyes widen in shock. It bobbed in front of her face, veined, throbbing, the swollen purple head already leaking a bead of precum. The sheer size looked obscene this close.

“Soumya… no,” she breathed, leaning back.

“Suck it,” he ordered, voice low and firm. One hand tangled in her hair, guiding her forward while the other held his thick shaft. “You don’t want that video getting out, do you? Open your pretty mature lips and take care of me, Bijayini. Be a good girl.”

Trembling, she reluctantly parted her plump lips. He pushed the fat head inside. It stretched her mouth immediately, forcing her jaw wide. She could only take the first few inches before gagging, her tongue pressed flat against the underside. Soumya groaned in pleasure and pushed deeper, hitting the back of her throat.

“Gllk—!” Bijayini choked, eyes watering instantly. Her hands came up to his thighs, pushing weakly as he held her head and started shallow thrusts. She couldn’t take more than half his length — the thickness made her cheeks bulge, saliva dripping down her chin onto her heaving breasts. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the classroom as he fucked her mouth: *gluck-gluck-gluck*.

“That’s it… fuck, your mouth feels so good. Look at those big tits jiggling while you suck me,” he praised, eyes locked on her. He thrust a little deeper, making her gag harder. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the drool. She tried to breathe through her nose, but the relentless pressure made her cough and sputter around his cock.

Soumya’s pace quickened, hips snapping forward. “I’m close… swallow what you can.”

With a deep groan, he buried as much as he could and came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted straight down her throat. Bijayini’s eyes bulged — she choked violently, coughing around the pulsing shaft. “Mmmph—! Glk—cough!” Some cum forced its way up into her nasal passage, leaking out from both nostrils in sticky white strands while she struggled to swallow the rest. Her throat convulsed, excess semen spilling from the corners of her stretched lips and dripping onto her chin and breasts.

He held her there until the last spurt, then slowly pulled out. Bijayini immediately doubled over, coughing harshly — *cough cough cough* — thick globs of semen splattering onto the floor and her thighs. White streaks ran from her nose, her lips were swollen and glossy, and her chest was a mess.

Soumya smirked, breathing heavily, gently stroking her hair. “Good girl… you took it so well.”

Shaking, Bijayini reached for her water bottle from her bag with trembling hands. She took several desperate gulps, trying to wash the taste down, still coughing softly between sips. Tears continued rolling down her flushed cheeks.

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Bijayini was still coughing and wiping the mess from her chin and nose with the back of her hand when Soumya pulled her up from the bench by her arm. Her legs felt weak, breasts heaving, face streaked with tears and saliva.

“Soumya… please… that’s enough,” she begged hoarsely, voice breaking. “You got what you wanted. Delete the video. I won’t tell anyone.”

He smirked, holding his phone up again, replaying a short clip of her moaning loudly during her solo masturbation. “Not even close, Bijayini. Look at you… naked, dripping, those huge tits out. We’re not done. I’m going to fuck you now. Right here on this bench. Be a good girl and spread your legs, or this video goes to the entire class group chat. Your parents too.”

Her eyes widened in fresh horror. “No… I’m a virgin. Please don’t. It’ll hurt… I can’t—”

He didn’t listen. Soumya pushed her back onto the second-row bench, forcing her to lie down on her back. The wooden surface was hard and cool against her skin. He yanked her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside, exposing her smooth, puffy virgin pussy. She tried to close her thighs, struggling weakly, but he pried them apart forcefully, positioning himself between them.

His 10-inch thick cock, still hard and slick from her mouth, rested heavily against her mound. Bijayini whimpered, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. “Soumya… please… I’m scared…”

“Shhh. Just relax,” he murmured, rubbing the fat head up and down her slit, coating it in her unwilling juices. He pressed forward. The bulbous tip stretched her tight entrance but barely went in. Her virgin pussy resisted, clenching hard.

“It won’t go in… it’s too big!” she cried, pushing at his chest.

Soumya gripped her hips tightly, aligned himself, and slammed forward with a powerful thrust.

“AAAHHH—!!” Bijayini screamed, her body jerking violently. A sharp tearing pain exploded between her legs as her hymen gave way. Only half his thick length forced inside her impossibly tight channel. She sobbed loudly, tears streaming down her face, plump lips trembling. “It hurts! Take it out! Please take it out!”

“Fuck… so tight,” Soumya groaned in pleasure, eyes rolling back. He held still for a moment, savoring the way her virgin walls spasmed and clenched around his invading cock. He looked down, watching where they were joined — a thin trail of blood mixed with her juices around the stretched opening.

He slowly pushed deeper, inch by inch, feeling every ridge and texture of her untouched pussy gripping him. Bijayini cried continuously, her hands clutching the edges of the bench, knuckles white. “Ahh… it’s too much… you’re splitting me…”

Soumya leaned over her, hands groping her heavy D-cup breasts again as he buried the rest of his length inside her with another firm push. Her belly bulged slightly from the sheer size. He stayed buried to the hilt, grinding slowly, letting her feel every thick inch stretching her walls.

“God, Bijayini… your pussy is perfect. So hot and tight around me. Your big tits look so good bouncing while you cry.”

He began moving — slow, deep strokes at first. Pulling out halfway, then sliding back in, letting her virgin cunt adjust to the brutal stretch. Each thrust made wet, squelching sounds and drew fresh whimpers and sobs from her. Her full breasts jiggled with every movement, nipples still hard despite her distress.

Gradually, as the minutes passed, Soumya picked up speed. His hips snapped faster, slamming into her harder. The bench creaked loudly under them. Bijayini’s cries mixed pain and unwanted sparks of sensation — “Ahh! Ahh! Slow… please slow down!” — but he didn’t. He fucked her with deep, punishing strokes, pounding her pussy relentlessly, balls slapping against her ass.

Her body betrayed her slightly; more wetness coated his shaft as he hit a sensitive spot inside her repeatedly. Soumya groaned praises between thrusts — “Such beautiful tits… best pussy I’ve ever had… you’re mine now” — while mauling her breasts and pinching her nipples.

Bijayini kept crying, face turned to the side, tears pooling on the bench, but her hips started twitching involuntarily with each hard thrust. The rain continued pouring outside, masking some of her louder sobs and moans.

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Bijayini lay on her back on the hard wooden bench, sobbing as Soumya continued thrusting into her stretched virgin pussy. Her heavy D-cup breasts bounced with every movement. He leaned over her fully, his hands roughly grabbing both breasts, squeezing them hard as he fucked her.

“These tits… fuck, they’re perfect,” he groaned, pressing his fingers deep into the soft white flesh. He kneaded and mauled them aggressively while continuing his strokes. The pressure was intense — his palms and fingers dug in so hard that red handprints began to bloom on her pale skin, marking her breasts with visible imprints of his grip.

He lowered his head and sucked hard on one nipple, then the other, alternating between them as he pounded her. His tongue swirled, teeth grazing, pulling the sensitive peaks deep into his mouth while his hands never stopped squeezing and pressing her tits together, creating deep cleavage that he buried his face into momentarily.

Bijayini cried out with every rough thrust and squeeze. “Ahh! It hurts… please… my boobs… stop squeezing so hard!” Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks, but her body was trapped beneath him, her tight pussy clenching involuntarily around his thick 10-inch cock.

Soumya quickened his pace, hips snapping faster and harder. The wet slapping sounds of flesh against flesh echoed in the empty classroom, mixing with the rain. He fucked her with deep, punishing strokes, bottoming out each time, his balls slapping against her ass. Her red-marked breasts jiggled wildly under his relentless grip and mouth.

Then he pushed as far inside her as possible — burying every thick inch until his hips were flush against hers, her belly visibly bulging from the intrusion. He buried his face deep between her soft, heaving breasts, motorboating and sucking on the marked flesh as his thrusts became frantic and erratic.

“I’m cumming… inside you!” he growled.

With a deep, guttural moan, Soumya came hard. Seven thick, powerful spurts of hot cum erupted deep inside her virgin womb, flooding her completely. Bijayini felt every pulse, her body shuddering as she cried harder.

Both of them panted heavily, bodies slick with sweat. After a long moment, Soumya slowly pulled out with a wet *pop* sound. A thick flood of his semen mixed with a little blood leaked from her swollen, gaping pussy, dripping onto the bench.

He stood up, pulled up his pants and underwear, and casually walked to the back bench where he had been sleeping earlier, sitting down to catch his breath.

Bijayini immediately curled into a tight ball in the corner of the bench near the wall. She pulled her knees up to her chest, squeezing her legs together, arms wrapped around herself. Her red-marked breasts pressed against her thighs as she cried softly, body trembling. Thick white cum continued leaking steadily from her ruined pussy, running down her thighs and pooling on the wooden bench beneath her.

Soumya watched her for a minute, then picked up his bag and walked back over. He sat on the edge of the bench near her and reached out gently toward her shoulder. “Bijayini… hey, it’s okay. I’m sorry it was rough. You felt so good… I couldn’t stop myself.”

She violently slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch me!” she snapped through sobs, voice hoarse and broken. “You raped me… you forced me. I was a virgin… I hate you. Delete that fucking video right now!”

Soumya sighed and pulled out his phone. He opened the gallery, showed her the video file, and deleted it in front of her eyes. “There. It’s gone. I deleted it. No copies. I promise.”

Bijayini glared at him through tear-filled eyes, still curled up protectively. “Why did you do this to me? I trusted no one would be here… You’re disgusting. My body hurts everywhere… my boobs have your hand marks, and you came inside me. What if I get pregnant?”

He tried to sound soothing. “I got carried away because you’re so beautiful. Those big soft tits, your tight pussy… I’ve liked you for a long time. No one has to know about this. It can be our secret. The rain is still pouring — we’re stuck here anyway. Let me help you clean up or something.”

She turned her face away, crying quietly, knees still pressed to her chest, cum still leaking slowly from between her squeezed thighs. “Just… stay away from me for now. I don’t want to talk to you.”

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