Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

"Thank God, mom has left the kitchen otherwise she would have heard all our activities clearly. I know she takes too much time in the bathroom, and will not return before more than one hour," said Bipasha.

She looked with lust and love at Ramu. Admired his magnificent body, the chiseled features. When she felt his cock fully erect and straining between her thighs, she took his huge package in her hands.

"It may be more than an hour before Mom returns. You can fuck me comfortably provided Mihir Bhaiya does not drop in during this hour, "said Bipasha.

A feral smile transformed his face into that of a determined satyr. Standing, he set her down and looked as though he would eat her alive. Bipasha went to her knees before him, her cunt still thrumming with the aftershocks of her climax.

"How can I please you, my husband?" she asked. With strong but gentle hands, he urged her head closer.

"I want you to suck my cock as it has gone limp. I want to feel your mouth on me." Ramu said.

"As you wish." She took his scrotum in her hands, caressed him there while licking around the black body from the base.

Then, wanting as much to please him as his Pleasure Mistress to soothe his cock, she took him in her mouth. Swallowed his huge cock and deep-throated him. Again, he was hard as stone. She took him in her mouth and sucked the blunt, fat head of his massive cock. When she heard him moan with apparent delight, she rolled his balls between her hands and gently squeezed. It amazed her how he maintained his control capacity, but she was afraid again that just now he had an ejaculation, and now he could fuck her cunt for hours without cum. Ohhh...God, he would destroy her tiny pussy with his massive cock. Suddenly he pulled her mouth off him, lifted her, and laid her on the floor.

"I have to fuck you now. Spread your legs wide," he said.

He slid his hand between them, his calloused fingertips abrading her needy flesh, "You're wet. So wet. Tell me you want my cock in your cunt."

"God, yes. I do my husband. Please fuck me, "Bipasha moaned, the smells and tastes of him of sex surrounded them made her crazy,

"Please..." "Say it," he rubbed the broad head of his phallus over her clit, catching her tiny ring in his big round crown and setting up a delicious vibration that had her cunt clenching, aching, "Tell me what you want."

"I want your cock in my cunt. Please," moaned Bipasha.

"Say Please, my husband," Ramu said.

"Please fuck me, my husband," again moaned Bipasha.

That was all Ramu needed to hear. He reared back then sank into her wet heat. God, but she was tight. Exquisitely so. She milked his cock with her inner muscles, creating sensations so much sweeter than those street slum whores. Soft, yet firm, slick with her honey and his lubrication. He bent, nipping first one and then the other of her hard nipples, tasting with its sweet, cherry flavor. They seemed larger than he remembered. No less responsive, though, for they beaded under his tongue.

The lush flesh of her breasts pillowed his head. Ramu wasn't finished. He withdrew his cock. Ramu knelt and tongued her cunt for the second time. Incredibly, arousal curled around her, surrounded her, made her forget the satiated state of lethargy that had claimed her moments earlier.

"You are wet, warm, and swollen, as I knew you'd be." stating, he rubbed his cock along her slit, nudging her ass a bit before sliding forward and claiming her cunt from behind.

"So tight. God, but your cunt feels like paradise," he said and moved in her slowly, stretching her with his huge, throbbing cock.

His balls tightened painfully and his sac pulled up close to his body, free now from the ball-stretcher part of the restraint. She clamped down on his cock as he pounded into her cunt harder, faster. Ramu sought and found her nipples, tugged and squeezed them. His hot breath singed the bare flesh at her nape, and that got her hotter, frantic.

"Fuck me harder. God, I want to come again," she grunted. Ramu fucked her continuously for 5 minutes in a doggy position.

Then Bipasha said, "My dear husband, fuck me in missionary position so that I could see the movement of your big cock inside my cunt."

They changed the position. There he sat down, lifted her, and spread her legs out over his own. He nipped her earlobe and fingered her vulva. He found her clit in the sensitive depths of her cunt. As he circled her nub and held her close, he shifted, and lifted her so that his cock slid so damn easily inside her, she sighed with completion.

Ramu said, "Oh, my wife, you're so damn lovely." Bipasha sucked in her breath as she watched his big black shaft disappear inside her pussy.

She arched up, his cock taking her to a torrid airy place that throbbed with juicy, funky, rock and roll sex. He plucked at her clit and she came like a cat, screaming and gritting her teeth. He couldn't seem to drill into her far enough so he rose, knelt, spread her two legs gently over his shoulders. He cursed, lifted her legs and got down, and fucked her right there.

"Oh, my dear husband," she twined her legs around his neck, brushed her hands over his chest, and lovingly stroked his cheeks, said, "More than life itself. I love you so much."

Slowly, he pushed into her welcoming body. In. Out. In. Out. He wanted the moments to last, but love for her and that aching savage need suddenly overwhelmed him. Ramu slammed hard then repeated the action as Bipasha writhed and clung. Up, up, he took her climbing with him into a well of pleasure that shook him with its intensity. Bipasha's body quivered beneath him as her cries filled the small room. He took her higher, leaving her teetering on that high wire before she finally gasped and fell apart against him. Ramu gritted his teeth as lust consumed him, and in a blast of hunger, he followed her to the edge of the world and back.

"You are. Ohhh," she ran her hand up to his jaw, pressed her toes tightly around his neck, and kissed the hell out of him until he was gripping her, crushing her against him, his cock stirring to attention and poking her in the belly.

"Come in me, my dear husband. Give me your seed. You know you want to." She held his head to her breasts, moaning softly when he sucked hard on a distended nipple.

He was very much surprised at this demand. No girl would make such a demand to get pregnant herself. He thought Bipasha was in sexual frenzy and excitement, and it might be her sexual delusion, but he wouldn't endanger her as she was a kid, a very innocent kid otherwise how could such a beautiful young rich kid allow to be fucked by a street and slum workman. This kid was unaware of the consequences.

He laughed." You are very demanding for your husband, are you not?"

Little did this poor workman know that this clever rich young girl was already on pills. "Please. Oh, please, I need to feel you come in my pussy." Bipasha was desperate now, desperate to relieve the intense need in her cunt, her ass, her nipples.

"No, you will get pregnant, 'Ramu said in a determined voice.

"Let me get pregnant, I want a baby from you as you are my husband, I am very serious and not joking," said Bipasha in a strong voice.

The poor man was in dilemma. Then he thought God had given him a chance to fuck such a rich young girl once in his lifetime so there was no harm to cum inside her cunt. He'd waited beyond endurance, he was desperate now to release the pressure, spurt out his seed inside the cunt of this rich kid, let her get pregnant by him. While continuing his fucking, for a moment Ramu started dreaming in a dreamland. He imagined himself working in their garden with his shovel, it was afternoon, and he was sweating profusely due to the scorching heat of the sun. All of a sudden, Bhaskar, grandfather of Bipasha came out from the house and came near to him.

"Ramu, come inside, we want to discuss something urgent with you," said Bhaskar.

Ramu's heart started beating with some unknown fear, with hesitation, he entered into the drawing-room. He found Bhaskar (Bipasha's grandfather), Dipankar, and Madhu (Bipasha's parents) were sitting on a sofa, and his beloved Bipasha was standing beside them with her dropping eyes. She looked to be pale, her eyes swollen, Ramu apprehended she must have been crying a lot for some hours. Ramu was standing before them, bending his head.

"Ramu, what's your social status? What's your earning per day?" asked Bhaskar.

"Sahib, I am a poor manual workman, and I earn a maximum of Rs.200/- per day to feed my family. If I don't earn that much money, my family will go on hungry. I am so poor that I am not able to afford trousers and a shirt. You see, I am wearing only a torn lungi with a bare body," Ramu replied humbly and wondering why these rich people are asking him all these questions.

"Do you know, that much money what you earn per day, we donate to beggars every day who beg in front of the temple! Every day, we give Rs.500/- to Bipasha for her pocket money to spend. Bipasha's sandals only cost Rs.1000/-, her one pair of dress cost around Rs.4,000/-," said Bhaskar in a grave voice.

"Sahib, you are rich people, and she is the only daughter of your family," replied Ramu.

"Bipasha is my only daughter, she is educated, so young and tender. She is innocent. How dare you to touch her, corrupt her mind? I will get you arrested by the police and see that you languish in jail forever," barked Dipankar (Bipasha's father) in an angry voice.

"Sahib, I am an innocent man, and I don't know which matter you are referring to. I haven't committed any crime that you will get me arrested by the police," replied Ramu.

"Shut up, you bastard. You have impregnated my only daughter. Now, she is carrying your child, and pregnant with 7 months, and at this stage, we cannot have her abortion," shouted Dipankar.

Ramu remained silent then he glanced towards the lower part of Bipasha, and could see protruding womb. He was very afraid inside.

In a trembling voice, he said, "Sahib, we love each other, and Bipasha considers me as her husband. She always addresses me as 'Husband'. You can ask her for her confirmation."

"My daughter is in love with a person who is old enough to be her father! Even you are much elder than me. Further, you have seen her as a toddler. Do you think, I am a crazy person to believe all these nonsense talks from a street dog like you? It is better, now, I will call the police so that they arrest you immediately and put you in jail," shouted Dipankar in an angry voice.

For a moment, Ramu felt to be paralyzed. He thought about what would happen to his wife and kids. But all of a sudden, he got some inner strength within himself to defend himself.

He said softly, "Well, Sahib, I may be a poor man and uneducated but I know a little bit of the law of the country. I have never forced myself on Bipasha, it was a mutual union between us. Whatever we have done, we have done willingly with mutual consent. I will reveal everything before police, Judge, and also before Reporters of Press and TV."

A-Bomb was dropped by Ramu in the drawing-room. All the family members remained silent for a moment. Ramu was very happy that he hit their weak nerves. Then a heated argument ensued among all family members. Ramu was watching everything happily.

Then the elderly member of the family, Bhaskar, grandfather of Bipasha said, "Well, Ramu, we have to solve this problem immediately. Once the outside people get to know this then the name and fame of our family will be tarnished in society. So, we all have decided that you have to marry Bipasha, and we will accept you as our legal son-in-law."

Ramu couldn't believe his luck, he felt as if he was flying in the sky. But immediately he regained his senses, and asked, "What's about my wife and kids?"

"Don't worry about them. We will give them sufficient money so that they could survive lifelong. But you will not return to the slum, to your family nor you will have any contact with your family. You will be staying with us in this building as our dear son-in-law, happily with Bipasha. Do you agree?" asked Bhaskar.

"I agree," Ramu replied immediately without hesitation as if the opportunity might slip away.

"Then, in the evening, both you and Bipasha will tie the knot of the wedding in a temple, I will arrange everything. My dear Ramu, I am extremely sorry for my rough misbehavior towards you, you know, I was carried by emotions as Bipasha is my only daughter. But now I understand, my happiness and my family's happiness lie with the happiness of Bipasha. Since my only daughter has accepted you as her husband, our family also accepts you wholeheartedly as our son-in-law," said Dipankar.

The marriage between Ramu and Bipasha took place in a temple that evening, of course, it was unceremoniously. From the next day, Ramu started living with Bipasha on the upper floor, in Bipasha's room. He would wear an imported suit/shirt with a tie now. He would travel in the car. After few days, Dipankar, his father-in-law started accompanying Ramu to his office as Ramu would be the second boss of his company, heir of the company. Ramu had never dreamed of such prestige, fame, and lavish life ever in his life. He was now a rich man with much wealth and spending his life happily with a young pregnant wife. Now, Bipasha's swelling womb was getting bigger day by day. Every morning, both Bipasha and Ramu would go to elders, touch the feet of grandfather and parents of Bipasha to seek their blessings. But Ramu would feel very odd whenever he would touch the feet of his mother-in-law, Madhu, and address her as 'Mom' as she was young and quite junior to him by age.

"Aaaahhhh, fuck me harder, my dear husband," panted Bipasha and noticed Ramu pumping randomly with his closing eyes as if he was dreaming something.

Ramu imagined taking bath in the bathroom. Usually, he would be naked always whilst in the bathroom and would come out to the bedroom naked despite the presence of Bipasha. This habit was encouraged by Bipasha as she always wanted to see her husband naked with his big fat cock of 9th inches. Bipasha was not in the room as she went to another building to meet her friend Arpita. Ramu had already finished his bath when he heard the creak of the door of their bedroom and footsteps. He thought Bipasha had returned. Slowly, he partially opened the door of the bathroom and could see that Bipasha was standing on her back to him reading some magazine. She was wearing his favorite blue-colored formal gown. He could see one of her prominent round upward breasts through the gap of her arm. Further, he could see that Bipasha had neither bra nor panties beneath the gown as there was no outline of bra straps on her back and no outline of panties in the lower portion of the gown below her waist, the fabric of the gown was stuck into the anal cleft of her two big rounded fleshy buttocks prominently. He got an immediate hard one.

Ramu wanted to give a surprise to Bipasha. He wanted to fuck her in a standing position from the backside as he knew she was pregnant for 8 months. His cock was erected into full size of 9th inches. He moved slowly near her, and all of a sudden embraced her from the backside and started cupping and squeezing her breasts, simultaneously started kissing on the backside of her neck. Before she could react further, Ramu withdrew his hands from her breasts and lifted the backside of the gown, widened the ass cheeks which exposed her cunt lips below her ass hole, he aimed his hard cock and jabbed the cock with a violent thrust. Ramu felt his big cock slide away easily inside the cunt up to 2 inches. Without wasting time, he put his two hands again on her breasts, squeezing and making thrust with full swing. Ramu could feel the wetness inside her cunt as his big cock was passing through the wet and slippery passage of cunt wall very easily.

Hardly, he had fucked for one minute or two minutes, she turned her face from the side towards him, and said, "Ramu, what are you doing to me? I am not Bipasha, I am your mom."

For a moment Ramu was shocked to find his mother-in-law, Madhu with her bewildering eyes towards him, he stopped the fucking. But finding, it was her mother-in-law, his cock suddenly grew harder inside her cunt. Instead of withdrawing his cock, Ramu resumed his conversation with excuses, and his two hands were still on her breasts.

"Mom, really I am very sorry. Please forgive me. It is purely an accident as from the backside I thought it was Bipasha as you are wearing the same blue gown which Bipasha used to wear. Further, you both are of the same height and same body shape. Please don't misunderstand me, it is an accident," said Ramu and pushed his cock a little more inside as he felt that Madhu was not making any effort to request him to withdraw his cock.

"It is ok, my dear son-in-law. I forgive you; this types of misconception or accident sometimes happen in one's life, and we have to accept it," said Madhu, and parted her legs more for easy access to Ramu's cock more inside her cunt.

Receiving an indirect green signal from his mother-in-law, Ramu had by now lifted the entire gown to the neck portion of Madhu and started kneading her two raw nipples.

"Mom, instead of standing straight, you can bend slightly and put your two hands on that table so that you will feel relaxed, and we can resume our talks," said Ramu.

In that position, both of them moved near to the table. Madhu bent a little and put her two hands on the table. Now, Ramu found this position more comfortable, and he pushed his cock violently inside the cunt of Madhu.

"Aaaaahhhhhh," screamed Madhu with pain.

Ramu could also feel that inside of his mother-in-law's cunt was too tight to receive his massive cock, and thought that after pushing more, her cunt could accommodate his cock. He started pumping more.

"What happened, mom? Did you get any pain? Where?" asked Ramu.

But Madhu would not confess directly, neither she would admit that she was being fucked by her son-in-law. She was acting as if a normal conversation was going on between them.

"My dear son-in-law, sometimes, internal muscles when stretched give pain," replied Madhu feeling that more than half of his cock was passing now easily inside the passage of cunt wall easily.

Madhu resumed his conversation, "In fact, I purchased two identical gowns for me and for Bipasha which made you confused."

Ramu started pumping and said, "Mom, what made you come suddenly to our room?"

Madhu turned her head towards Ramu.

"In fact, I wanted to have some talk with my daughter, but I couldn't find her here, and I was not aware that you were in the bathroom. While returning, I found this magazine, and was going through when you attacked me," said Madhu.

Then Ramu noticed that Madhu was closing her eyes with ecstasy, and Ramu felt that she was reaching her orgasm as he felt his cock was tightly gripped by the walls and then suddenly released with the passing of hot juices from inside over his cock.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned.

"What happened mom?" asked Ramu.

"I enjoyed and reached my full pleasure and satisfaction during our conversation," replied Madhu with a seductive smile.

Ramu didn't come inside her, rather he pulled out his massive cock, the cock came out from Madhu's cunt with a 'plop' sound. Out of curiosity, Madhu turned back to see his cock.

She had never seen such a huge cock ever in her life, with her bewildering eyes, she exclaimed, "Ohhh...my god. This is gigantic and monstrous."

"What's the matter, mom?" Ramu asked.

"I think, my daughter is lucky as she has a heavy drilling machine which she is using efficiently," said Madhu.

"But, you too have one," said Ramu.

"My dear son-in-law, my drilling machine is small and worn-out. It is not working properly. Sometimes, I think to borrow my daughter's drilling machine, but she would not give it to me as it is for her personal use," said Madhu.

"Mom, it's not a big problem, Bipasha's drilling machine is always available here. It is a special drill machine which can drill both front and back portion simultaneously. Whenever you need it, you may come and use it, but of course in her absence," said Ramu.

"But if my daughter finds out?" asked Madhu.

"Then I have to mediate between you two with a compromise that both would use the drill separately or together as per your convenience," replied Ramu.

"That's a good idea," said Madhu happily.

Ramu leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Damn, she smelled so sweet, a combination of sex, woman, and him. He loved her scent.

"You enjoyed it, okay?" Ramu managed to clear his throat enough to ask.

"Mmmhmm, very good. What about you?" She stretched her rounded curves until the gown dropped below her rosy full breasts.

But all Ramu could think about was how good she smelled and how right she felt riding his cock with no latex between them.

"So glad you agree," Madhu said, lifting his throbbing erection and rubbing it teasingly against her wet folds, "After my first orgasm, I am feeling empty and needing something more."

The soft confession melted his heart while hardening his already hard cock, "Anything you need, my dear mother-in-law. Anything."

Both of them came to bed, and she sprawled across the bed naked. Shy black eyes met him as Madhu slowly lowered herself down his shaft. A sharply inhaled breath jolted his gaze from where their bodies molded to the brightness of her eyes.

"Mom, if I have hurt you?" asked Ramu.

"Not at all," she replied smilingly.

She pressed one soft finger against his lips, "Shh, I'm a little tender, very little, but I expected that. It's been a while since I've been with your father-in-law. No one ever this big though."

"Good," he said without thinking.

Her body jolted above him, and she enveloped him in one smooth downward stroke. They both exhaled at the feeling. Nothing, nothing in his life ever prepared Ramu for the sense of rightness, of perfection when sinking into Madhu's tight, wet heat.

"Oh, Ramu, you feel so good. I love the way you stretch me, "said Madhu.

Her words heated his blood as his hands clenched her full hips, grinding his cock as deep as he could go.

"Fuck," Ramu panted as his balls tightened, "I can't get enough of you, mom. Every time I'm in you, I never want it to end, then after you came, I just want to start all over again."

" Please don't call me mom, just call me Madhu, fuck me Ramu until neither one of us can think," she pleaded as their eyes met in some weird kind of understanding. He pulled out until his tip rested inside her.

"Always, Madhu," he promised. Then he cupped the round globes of the world's most perfect ass and barely pushed inside the welcoming wet heat of her body.

The spontaneous clenching of her pussy around the head of his cock was almost enough to send him over the edge. Shuddering, he looked up at her, this woman who'd stolen his heart was his mother-in-law. Shocked he could feel so much for her in so little time. She was now his world, his end all and be all. The head of his cock sank deeper. The stretching of her delicate flesh, the slow pleasure/pain of anticipation as his cock slowly claimed her. Then he stopped. Panting, he waited, knowing he had to see, to watch as understanding and realization filled her brilliant black eyes. Her eyes flashed open; pupils so dilated only a small rim of black color visible.

"Stay with me, see me," he pleaded as he moved.

He surged forward. This was his female. His woman. She rode him, claimed him for her own as the grip of her pussy tightened to the point that he doubted his ability to hold back his release much longer. Fragile sensitive tissue rippled along with the head of his cock, caressed the shaft then tightened again. Her legs tightened around his hips, and her manicured nails dug into the hard flesh of his chest. She was killing him.

"Ramu," she cried out, her beautiful eyes blinded with rising passion, "Please."

She was more than a hot fuck, more than a night of hot careless passion. Madhu was his. The moment he realized his mother-in-law owned his heart, body, and soul. This woman with her wide smile, witty talks, silky skin, and generous heart belonged to him, and she was more than he deserved.

"Oh, God. Oh, God, yes." Madhu whimpered her pleasure as her hips followed the rhythm of his. Her nipples brushed his chest when she lowered herself to claim a kiss sent tingles straight to his balls as his erection pounded inside her.

He strummed his fingers through her pussy, making her even wetter than she already was.

"You have no idea what you do to me, Madhu. The way you take me so easily, how wet you get. There is nothing better in this world than eating you out or sliding balls deep inside your sweet pussy," His voice was hoarse.

His heart pounded in his chest as he realized words of love had almost come tripping out of his mouth. He couldn't say more, not when their bodies were joined so tightly and all his blood supply drained down to his cock. Control. He needed to get control over the situation before he spilled the seeds inside her.

"Stay there," he demanded.

Pleasure slammed through Madhu as Ramu's mouth reached the heated flesh of her pussy. Eyes closed; Madhu put her hands above her head clenching the edge of the mattress. Blood rushed to her head as the sensation built. His tongue speared into her, and then he teasingly nipped around her clit, but never where she so desperately needed it. Over and over, his strong-callused hands held her hips steady as she tried to arch against him. Sounds, half-formed words of pleading tumbled from her lips, and she barely recognized her own voice as he overwhelmed her with his talented mouth. The climax slammed into her with no warning, sending her screaming over the edge into mind-melting pleasure.

Then he dragged her sated body into the middle of the bed, said, "Have to be inside you."

And then he was there, sliding into her eager open flesh. A shudder shook both their sweat-slickened bodies at the intensity of their joining.

"You feel amazing, so perfect, so right, so mine," he murmured, his lips against her neck.

Her breathing stopped for a second at his words. She wrapped her legs around his lean waist and rolled her hips up to meet his every hard thrust. The heated flesh of her pussy swallowed him, sucking him in deep and eagerly before he pulled out, only to start the erotic dance of giving and take all over again. Each thrust into her cunt felt like perfection, a joining of the hearts and souls, more than just two bodies coming together for mutual pleasure. He panted her name. She looked up at him, his hazel eyes foggy with need and pleasure. Nothing existed beyond the pleasure of his cock filling her, his arms holding her, and his heart pounding against hers. Still the need to pleasure him, to offer a physical demonstration of the emotions she could never speak assailed her. Seeing his body, muscles slick with sweat glistening above her, Madhu gave in to the temptation to touch and taste what belonged to her, at least for the moment. She pushed until their positions reversed and he panted beneath her, need tightening the skin around his mouth and eyes. How could she want one man so much even as he still filled her, stretching to almost the point of pain?

"Ohhhh, my dear husband, I am on the verge of cumminnggg," moaned Bipasha when Ramu was still fucking her mother Madhu in his dream.

Ramu's imagination went ahead as his flat stomach tightened as Madhu traced the bands of muscle up to his chest to his puckered brown nipples. Unable to resist, she moved her mouth to him and licked over the flat ridge of each. His body shuddered, and his hands fisted in the sheets when she followed the licks with a tiny love bite. Sitting up forced his cock deep inside her body, and she bit her lip at the pleasure the movement caused. But she didn't want this to end before it began. This day would never happen again. Everything she'd ever dreamed or imagined doing to or with Ramu had to be fulfilled while she had the chance. So instead of riding him over the edge of the pleasure cliff, Madhu looked him over. His face tight with stress was masculine and defined but still beautiful in a unique guy-type way. As he watched her through gorgeous hazel eyes fringed with lashes any woman would give an ovary to have, she felt something click deep inside her. Something she hadn't known was missing fell into place. Scared of the emotions swirling through her mind Madhu slid her hand over the defined biceps and powerful forearms. She pressed soft kisses to the tips of each finger on his large hands. She traced the tip of her tongue over his kiss-swollen lips to his jaw and up to his earlobe for a quick nibble.

"You're killing me," he complained and she laughed. Who knew sex could be fun or even involve laughter?

"I seem to remember, you were still fucking me when pleading with your excuses a few moments before after attacking me," she teased.

His body jerked at the intensity of the sensation, "I love looking up at you riding me, Madhu. You are the most beautiful sight a man could dream of," he whispered hoarsely, "Only thing even close is watching my cock thrust deep inside you. Oh, dear god..."

His words ended on a gasp as she slowly tightened her muscles along his hard length. Ramu grabbed her hips, his own rising to meet hers, and he slid in that last inch or two. A moan of pleasure escaped both their lips as her body took every last inch of his swollen flesh.

"I love the way you squeeze me tight. I can feel you quivering around my cock. So good, so right, I may never want to leave you," moaned Ramu.

His words shocked her. The first she could dismiss as lust-induced babbling, but now? Had he spoken only because his orgasm grew closer? The rare rough honesty of his words shook her once-firm belief of their limited time together. Ramu left himself vulnerable to her in ways she'd never imagined. Breathe, she needed to breathe and concentrate on the fucking only. Sex. Sex with mind-numbing orgasms was the only thing they had in common and she'd better yank her mind out of the emotional sandpit and back to the physical. So, she circled her hips in a teasing motion and watched his eyes fly open wide.

He moaned, his grip on her hips tightening, "Fuck, Madhu, don't tease me. I'm too close to the edge."

Tightening her inner muscles around him, Madhu wanted him to go over, wanted to see the unvarnished pleasure take him, the pleasure she gave.

"Come for me, Madhu," he cajoled in a rough voice.

His hands left her hips to tease her breasts, kneading them and rolling her nipples between talented fingers. Her head fell back as her eyes slid closed. The force of their joining was intense, and she could no longer deny the intimate rightness of their connection. One of his rough hands moved down her stomach to her pussy where he slicked his fingers with her juice and slowly circled her clit as she rode him. Shocking pleasure jolted through her as her body slammed down hard on Ramu's cock, a climax ripping her apart with bliss. She screamed, cried, and panted out his name in a flood of satisfaction. Vaguely, some part of her erotically satisfied brain was aware of his orgasm as he lost all sense of rhythm and simply fucked her with hard brutal strokes that kept pleasure rippling through her. The next thing she knew Ramu slipped two fingers between spread open thighs and squeezed her clit. Another wave of orgasm swept through her, taking her up and over the edge.

"Ramu, can you impregnate me like my daughter. I need your child in my womb. Please spray your seeds inside me," she demanded.

Barely able to control her sexual comatose body, she slumped down, boneless, on his chest as his hoarse groans reached her ears. Hearing her words, Ramu got so excited that seconds later, Madhu felt the wet heat as he flooded his hot semen deep inside her cunt with his release. Ramu felt it then. It was not the cunt of Madhu but inside the cunt of Bipasha, her daughter. He came into reality, he wondered, so, all along he was daydreaming and fucking Bipasha. Now, he could feel that his cock between the cunt wall of Bipasha was expanding, tightening her grip on his cock even more as he ejaculated inside her.

"Oh god! Yes." The first burst of semen exploded inside Bipasha, scalding hot against his spasming flesh.

He buried his cock to the balls, spurting his life into her womb, suckling her breasts. Devouring her, coming in her cunt, going against everything of his conscience that Bipasha might get pregnant. Their rapid breathing slowed and she grew aware of the hot air of Ramu's nostrils brushing against her naked back. She made a move to sit up, but his strong grip on her hips held her still.

"My dear husband, what happened to you? Today, you were fucking me like a horse, closing your eyes and without giving me scope to breathe. You have never done this to me before, even my cunt has started aching, I think, you have been fucking me around one hour," exclaimed Bipasha in a surprising voice.

Ramu didn't reveal the fact that he was with her entire family, even fucking her mother Madhu in his dream.

"Now, let us move from here as quickly as possible before my mom or Mihir Bhaiya comes," said Bipasha and disengaged herself from Ramu and put on her dresses.

"My mom and Mihir Bhaiya will go shopping after lunch, and I will be alone in the house, so you try to finish the garden work as early as possible so that we could fuck for a second time," said Bipasha.

Ramu was just ready to move out from the main gate, he saw Mihir entering with a handbag.

On seeing him, Mihir asked, "Ramu, have you finished your task?"

"I have cleaned the pool area, and after lunch, I will start the garden area which will be finished by evening," said Ramu and left the place.

Luckily Bipasha found the required book easily in one of the cartoon boxes, she picked up the book and came outside, then she saw her mom coming outside from her bedroom, looking fresh with her wet hair. Madhu saw the book in her hand.

"Bips, at last, you found the book," Madhu said.

"Yes, mom, with much difficulty," replied Bipasha.

At that time, Mihir entered. Bipasha had a sumptuous lunch of hilsha fish, further, she had a random fuck with Ramu which relaxed her body and mind, and she fell into a deep sleep on her bed.

Ramu quickly finished his lunch and resumed his work immediately in the garden area. From the ages, God had created everything in contrast, light and dark, good and bad, male and female, rich and poor, etc. Being poor was not a bad thing for social Researchers as there were instances of people rising from rags to riches not merely by luck but because of their education and intelligence. It was only some of the Poor people who were uneducated and used to dream even when the sun was all up. Because they were uneducated, their thinking would be very low and limited. They would not rise beyond their small world but would dream of high. They would stay in a dreamy mood even when it was time to work. They would keep on dreaming that things would just happen in a snap. They would keep on thinking how good it was to live in opulence but dreaming big would not make you rich.

While working, Ramu was thinking a lot of things. Being a very poor man, previously, Ramu's mind was confined only to his daily earning by hard labor to feed his family. He would always curse his fate, and blame God for making him poor. life was very unfair and rude to him despite working hard and yet his income was not even enough to feed his family a full meal three times, poverty was a curse to him. He was only born to suffer his destiny as in this world the rich becoming richer while poor becoming poorer. A poor man's fate was always pre-destined. But after fucking two rich beautiful young girls by chance, Ramu's concept of life had been changed. He wondered that he was a poor, uneducated and black manual workman from a slum then what made such two beautiful, tender and young rich girls to be fucked by him, a man of 40 years. Apart from his god-gifted big cock, he must have some other qualities otherwise why should one of them, that girl Bipasha was completely under his spell.

He thought Bipasha to be very innocent, but a little foolish also. She was a virgin girl, and he broke her seal of virginity on the very first day of fucking her, but the most important thing was that she had fallen in love with him, even she allowed him to enter her parent's luxurious bedroom, where he fucked her, consumed her father's imported wine, slapped her, and even urinated on her. That foolish girl didn't even protest. He had complete control over that girl who would always be submissive before him like a slave, even more, submissive than his own wife, and she would address him always as 'Dear husband 'out of respect. He had so much power and influence over her. Ramu thought he could easily manipulate this girl at his own will. Then he touched the brass ring on his finger and kissed it which was given to him by a sadhu (godman or saint) a few days before. The sadhu had a forecast about him that very soon he would become rich and wealthy. Ramu thought that the appropriate time and moment had already reached as forecast by a sadhu. (It may please be noted that a lot of fake sadhu or godman would deceive the uneducated poor men in the slum by selling some types of fake rings with the assurance that their fate would be changed and they would become rich by wearing the rings).

Now, Ramu started planning in his low and wretched mind. He thought luck had started to pave every way for him to become a rich person. Already he had cum inside the cunt of Bipasha in the afternoon, again he would cum inside her, and he would make her pregnant. Then he would blackmail her parents so that they would be bound to make him their son-in-law, he had already dreamt it in the afternoon while fucking Bipasha. He would also make pregnant Madhu, his mother-in-law. He will be the sole heir of the Chatterjee clan. Then in the same manner he would fuck Arpita, and will marry her, then he will make her mom pregnant too, and would-be sole heir of Mukherjee clan. He would be the son-in-law of two wealthy families and would enjoy his life. Ramu was very satisfied with his plan. He could see his dreams becoming reality. Ohh...God, what's a plan and dream of a poor slum man!

Bipasha opened her eyes with the loud voice of her mom, "Hey Bips, wake up."

Bipasha found her mom standing near her bed. Her mom was in her pink salwar and suit, looking very stunning and beautiful.

"Bips, you have slept enough. I am going to the market for shopping with Mihir. You have to lock the entry door of the house from inside. Ramu is working in the garden area, and you don't know these poor people, they are in the habit of sneak away inside your house if an opportunity comes then they will steal some valuables from the house. So, be careful, and lock the door properly from inside," warned Madhu.

"OK, Mom," she said and looked at the wall clock, it was 4.00 PM.

Both of them left immediately from the house. After two hours of sleep, Bipasha was feeling very much energetic and active. She came out from her room and from the corridor, she noticed that Ramu was still working with his sweated body. She glanced towards Ramu and reviewed her whole sex affair with Ramu. She asked herself, whether she was doing the right thing, fucked by a very low, dirty and street man, below her standard and below her dignity? Such types of persons from slums would never dare to even touch a young, beautiful, fair, and rich girl like her in their dream but she had allowed herself to be fucked by such a person in reality. Intentionally, she had allowed herself to be submissive before him, addressing him as a husband, even getting slaps from him, and today was the height when she begged him to get her pregnant. Bipasha knew that all these things were not possible in the practical world then why she was doing all this? Why such bizarre thoughts were coming to her mind? Was she an abnormal state of mind?

Then she got her answers. No, she was living in a sexual fantasy world with Ramu. By doing all these fake things with him, she was making that poor low street man believing that he was living in a real-world with her. She was making him believe for a moment that a dirty black street dog like him could fuck a beautiful young girl like her. But why was she doing it to him? Because, by doing this, she was getting sexual thrills, sexual fantasy, and fulfilling her unusual sexual lust with a low man. People used to dream all bizarre fantasy in their dreams, but she was doing it practically. Then her pride came up, she was a rich girl, educated and of high stature in society, everything was at her own will, fucking with Ramu was a sex play and fun to both the rich girls like Arpita and herself.

She could keep this poor man in her sexual fantasy world as long as she wanted, the moment she would be bored with him, she would kick him out of her fantasy world. She waited for another 20 minutes, and then came down to the ground floor, opened the main entrance of the house. Ramu saw her as if waiting for her. She signaled him to come near her before she got confirmed that no windows were opened from the upper floor of Arpita's building for precaution.

"Have you finished your task?" she asked.

"Yes," Ramu nodded his head.

Once again Bipasha had a careful glance around the whole area of her house, and when she confirmed that no one was watching them, she ushered Ramu inside the house after locking the main entrance door properly. She led Ramu to the upper floor, to her bedroom.​