Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

His hands moved down, and now his fingers were gliding over her abdomen and thighs. When he began sliding his hand up and under her, Ashmita lifted her hips to accommodate him, beginning to be aroused. Dipankar raised his hand further, touched her exposed breasts, and began stroking her sensitive nipples, which soon became erect. Dipankar slid his hand under the elastic band of her panties, moving downwards till he was touching the lips of her vagina, caressing her there, finding her clitoris with his fingers. Ashmita sighed as she felt herself moistening, and turned on her stomach. He continued stroking her till Ashmita was moaning, lifting her hips for him once again as he began pulling down her panties, taking them off. Dipankar was caressing her thighs, which he gradually pushed open, his fingers finding her moistened vagina, working on her, sliding a finger inside, then lifting and stroking her clitoris again. He still hadn't spoken a single word, and he pushed her legs and thighs fully open. Ashmita was moaning as he moved down between her spread legs, bringing his mouth to her wet vagina.

For a moment, Ashmita got confused, this wasn't like Debasish as he would go first her breasts then he would go for her vagina but tonight her husband was going directly for her pussy, she thought it must be the drinks, but she was definitely enjoying it, as Ashmita felt his tongue moving into her, moving around inside her cunt. Ashmita was getting more and more aroused, and the drinks she consumed were making her less and less inhibited. Ashmita just hoped he was up to the task. Now she was really moaning as the tip of his tongue circled and lifted her erect clitoris. Ashmita could feel the swelling of her lips as he continued. She was trembling with her arousal, and she spread her legs fully; his hands under her hips as his tongue continued working his magic on her. Ashmita couldn't believe how well he was performing with all the drinks he had consumed. Dipankar was determined to arouse his wife. He knew that she was angry with him for non-performance from his side for quite a long time. It was his fault that he had neglected her for a long time. No Indian wife would demand and let her husband know that she wanted a good and regular fucking from her husband. He felt sorry for her and Dipankar was sure that after some time, his wife would beg him for fucking.

On the other hand, Ashmita was silently watching and waiting for the next course of action of her husband but she was determined to not utter a single word to him. Dipankar moved between her legs, mounting her; Ashmita lifted her knees as he pressed his hard cock against the wet lips of her cunt, pressing strongly, stretching her. She gasped as he entered her, groaning as he began working his very hard cock into her vagina. Ashmita failed to understand what got into him-she never felt him this thick and hard before. Gradually, moving back and forth, he penetrated deeper, till finally he completely filled her with his cock. She was moaning as he began stroking into her, long slow strokes, gradually increasing his thrusting. Ashmita was really getting into it, and she was moving her hips in time with his thrusts. He was thicker and harder than he had ever been, and when he was pushing against her cervix, she knew she was getting close. He began to stroke into her faster and more powerfully. God, this wasn't like him, and then Ashmita wondered if it was her husband who was fucking her so expertly.

That question was answered as a strange voice said "oh God, this is great!"

Ashmita thought, my God-it was not her husband's voice, she was certain that it was the voice of Dipankar, her husband's best friend fucking her, and she could no more stop him than she could stop a train. Then a flash of memory came to her mind, and she realized that she was on the bed of Madhu, in Madhu's room. She shivered for a moment and realized that Dipankar was fucking her thinking as Madhu and there was a great misunderstanding. She wanted to scream and stop him but suddenly something from her inner self forbade her to do so and she also felt a new sensation, a new thrill of fucking with somebody other than her husband. She preferred to keep herself silent and enjoy the fucking. Ashmita just gripped him tighter with her arms, and her legs folded over his, as her body struggled for release. She was groaning loudly, her body responding to him, bouncing to his thrusts.

He seemed to swell even more; his cock was throbbing in her. Ashmita cried out as she was overcome by a wave of erotic feeling, beginning in her pelvis, and spreading out over her whole body till she was shaking with the most powerful orgasm that she had ever experienced. Dipankar gripped her ass tightly as he pressed fully into her, and she could feel the spasms of his swollen cock as he groaned and ejaculated, filling her with his sperm, causing her climax to go on and on, and Ashmita clutching him between her widespread legs. Ashmita said nothing as they lay together, finally disengaging, Dipankar pulled his softening cock from her, moving over next to her.

He said " Madhu, you were great! That was the best fuck I've had in a long time!"

Then Ashmita thought, she let Dipankar fuck her, and she didn't know it until it was too late to stop him. If she hadn't had so much to drink, she would have known it wasn't her husband. She couldn't believe she had responded that way to Dipankar, the best friend of her husband, her legs spread wide as he fucked her so thoroughly. As he lay beside her, Ashmita also lay there in post-coital bliss, her legs open, feeling his semen draining from her. Ashmita could feel semen draining on her thighs, feeling its stickiness. She was exhausted, her swollen vagina still open and sore, fluids still draining from her. She had never experienced anything like this, she couldn't believe how she responded, having an orgasm.

Finding her silent, Dipankar asked," Madhu, what happened? Why are you silent? Didn't you enjoy our fucking? Are you not happy with my fucking after a long time?"

"Dipankar, I am not your wife Madhu. I am your friend's wife Ashmita," she said in a cool voice.

"Ohhh...shit. What's a mistake I have done?" said Dipankar in a repenting voice.

Then Ashmita explained to him everything about their drinks party of Gin and how she stayed back in Madhu's room and how the misunderstanding happened.

"I came to know about you only when I recognized your voice but by that time we both had crossed all limits and barriers," said Ashmita and started sobbing.

"Really, I feel very sorry what happened between us and let us promise in the name of God, we should not reveal this fact ever before anybody except this secret will be strictly between us, now please Ashmita, please stop your crying, don't be dishearten," said Dipankar.

Ashmita looked at him with her teary eyes.

In the next room, Debashish came nearer to Madhu, stepped up behind her. Touching her upper arm, he tugged lightly urging her to turn and face her. She stopped searching her nighty and turned her face toward Debasish. Her expression was unreadable, making him even more uneasy. She suspected what he was thinking because she knew what she'd be thinking if the roles were reversed.

"Debashish, Really I am very sorry," she said with her dropping eyes.

Debashish brought a finger to her lips, stopping her ramblings. " Nobody should be sorry. Who cares what happened in four walls unknowingly but we both have enjoyed it? Haven't we?"

She remained silent and frowned. Debashish's voice was too calm and cool.

"I want you Madhu. Do you think our fucking wasn't anything? It didn't mean anything?" his expression softened slightly and Madhu released the breath she'd been holding.

"Look, I was very horny. I'm sorry. I just..." he looked at her eyes, "This was such a stressed situation and I had not slept with Ashmita for the past few months, I was drunk so I just wanted to enjoy her."

Madhu had to force herself to keep from smiling. He'd just said what she'd been hoping to hear, "So, you and Ashmita didn't... hit it off?" she pressed.

Debashish laughed, "Far from it," a soft smile remained on his lips after his laugher subsided, "Truth is I spent the whole time wishing it was you with me. Not her. Whenever I see you with Dipankar, I get jealous of Dipankar as he had a beautiful wife like you. Secretly, I admired you, I loved you and I longed for you."

"But Ashmita is better than me," she said.

"No, a male person can tell who is a better partner for him. I have never felt complete satisfaction with her the way you have satisfied me tonight. Ashmita had never sucked my cock the way your warm mouth was grabbing it between your soft lips, being ground between your teeth. Ashmita has never encouraged me for oral sex, and I appreciate the way you have swallowed all my cum. It was God's wish that we have fucked each other unknowingly because we are made for each other," said Debashish.

"Really!" exclaimed Madhu.

"Did you like my cock inside your pussy?" asked Debasish staring deep into her eyes.

"Yes," she whispered with her shy eyes and giggled.

Not being able to stop herself, Madhu threw herself into his arms. Chuckling at her exuberance, Debashish caught her and stumbled backward. The back of his legs hit the edge of the bed and Madhu squealed as she found herself toppling over with him onto the bed. Debashish rolled the giggling Madhu onto him, straddling his waist. Placing his hand on her thighs, his hands slid slowly upwards, and between her two legs.

"I was so concerned that maybe you'd think it as one night's stand only and change your mind about her," She lowered her voice slightly, "and me."

He threaded his fingers into her hair and brought her mouth closer to his. "The only person I could think about was you."

The worry and anxiety drained from her eyes and excitement combined with her desire began to slowly replace it. The woman was so damned sexy; he had a hard time controlling himself with her. At that moment, with her body pinning his down to the bed, her breasts crushing against his chest, and her mouth so close to his neck, he was aching to flip her to her back, and do all the things to her that he'd been doing a few moments before. She lowered her mouth to the side of his neck, her tongue lashing out and sending a chill through him. Debashish groaned softly and he slid his hands higher to cup her ass cheeks in his hands and pulled her tighter against his growing erection. He looked back at her and caught her gaze. They were alone tonight. Alone and not watched by anybody.

She caught her glossed lower lip between her teeth and his eyes were drawn to her lush lips. He'd been dying to kiss those lips again. Debashish flipped her over to her back, so quickly, she yelped in surprise. But her surprise was quickly replaced with deep-seated desire as he settled his large frame between her legs and lowered his hard body onto hers. Grabbing her two small wrists in his one hand he pinned her hands above her head, leaving her helpless to his desires. She could feel his rock-hard erection pressing against her groin and it was amplifying her desire for him tenfold. He claimed her lips, harder and with more passion than she'd experienced from him before and it sent her arousal skyrocketing. His tongue thrust past her lips and forced hers into submission as her body gyrated under him. She wanted him. Needed him. Now! Debashish lifted his lips from hers and began to run a string of nips and kisses along her jawline towards her neck.

"My God Debashish," she moaned as she closed her eyes and arched her back.

"You smell go good," he murmured against her neck, his breath sending a shiver through her and ending with an intense throbbing between her legs.

She struggled against his hands, wanting to use her hands to caress the hard muscle of his chest and back under his shirt, but he wasn't releasing her not yet. His mouth moved lower, to her collarbone, and he finally released her hands.

The cool air in the room coming through the window teased her large, dark nipples, turning them into tight nubs. A prolonged groan escaped his lips as she grabbed his neck. Taking the hint, he sat up between her legs.

"My God, your body is amazing," she whispered.

Madhu ran her hands up his torso, her fingers tracing the fine contours of muscle. The muscle flexed and rippled under her touch. His body was magnificent, by far the best body she'd even had the chance to touch and caress in her life after Ramu. He kissed her lightly under her chin and moved lower until his mouth and tongue reached the valley between her breasts. He looked up and his eyes caught hers.

"Debashish," she gasped.

Slipping her hand behind his head she urged his mouth down to her breast. His tongue lashed out and swiped across the hardened nub, sending a short jolt of pleasure through her. She moaned softly and arched her back, begging him for more. She slipped her hand to his back and caressed the hard muscle as she indulged herself in the feel of his beautifully torturous tongue.

"I love hearing those moans coming from you," Debashish murmured as his lips kissed their way over to her breasts while palming and teasing the first nipple with his hand, his tongue began to circle the second nipple.

"Oh God, I'm glad you said that. Mmmmm... I have a feeling you'll be hearing more of it tonight."

Lifting his head, her nipple dropped from his lips and their gazes locked. She saw the questioning in his gaze and knew what he was asking. She nodded. She wanted to feel him in her, taking her, claiming her as his own until they both satisfied the needs, they'd been experiencing for each other since their first fucking. The smell of his aftershave touched her nostrils. She closed her eyes and took in his scent as if memorizing it.

Debashish's lips continued to tease hers as his hand slowly inched its way up her inner thigh and to cup her mound over her silky and damp hair, "Every moment I was in Kolkata, I thought of you. Kept wishing it was you."

Madhu touched his cheek, and ran her thumb along his strong jaw, "We have now."

His lips claimed hers again, with passion and need. As their lips and tongues frolicked, he slipped two fingers between her soft, wet folds and ran the length of her from her anus to her clit. She moaned softly against his lips and wiggled against his hand.

"So wet," he whispered pulling his lips from hers and then thrusting his fingers deep into her throbbing core.

She cried out, bucking against his hand as his fingers began to stroke her inner wall, while his thumb stroked her clit, "Oh Debashish. I... I need..."

Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her, making her lose her train of thought. She shuttered and closed her eyes again, basking in the sweet pleasure he was invoking within her. His warm, hard body slowly moved from hers and she felt he continued to stroke her bringing her closer and closer to her point of no return. Her body had become an inferno of need, seconds away from boiling over.

She slowly opened her eyes to see him sitting back on his knees between her legs, his eyes slowly wandering over every inch of her exposed body, "I want to see all of you," he said and she managed to gasp seconds before she reached her breaking point.

Madhu's body tensed so tightly her stomach ached seconds before she reached her point of climax and all the pent-up tension rushed from her, making her cry out so loudly she was afraid she could be heard all the way next room. His eyes met hers and he gave her a sinfully sexy smile.

Removing his fingers from her dripping core, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked her cream from them, "You're so beautiful Madhu."

"My God Debashish," her pussy trembled and she fisted the bedsheets under her.

Madhu caught her lower lip between her teeth as her eyes greedily scanned the length of his body. Her eyes scanned up his thick and powerful thighs, to his massive erect dick, to his flat defined abdominals, broad chest, and then to meet his hunger-filled eyes. She began to hit up eager to stroke his cock and taste the drop of pre-cum on the tip of his cock.

"Me first." Debasish's lips came crashing down onto her kissing her hard, and taking her breath away.

Ending the kiss, he pushed her back against the mattress and dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her towards him until her bottom was at the edge of the bed, and spread her legs wide. The cool air in the room teased her wet and exposed pussy, sending a rush through her. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him, spread her pussy lips with his fingers, and lowered his mouth to her mound. She braced her elbows behind her and watched him kiss her mound. The sight of him knelt between her legs licking the length of her was almost as good as the act itself. She fisted the bedsheets under her and moaned when his tongue ran the length of her a second time. He stopped at her clit on the third pass his tongue, circling and flicking her swollen clit. Despite wanting to watch him, she closed her eyes and let her head drop back as she allowed the sweet sensations, he was creating within her to take her in. His tongue suddenly left her clit and began to work the entrance of her core. He tested and eased the entrance of her cunt, driving her near insanity.

"Debashish, please!" She doubted she could handle another moment of his torture.

She thought she heard a soft, deep chuckle, but she didn't have a chance to open her eyes and confirm it because his tongue suddenly thrust into her, and he began fucking her with his tongue as he would with his cock, while his fingers pinched and rolled her clit. Madhu writhed on the bed, bucking against his mouth. She wanted his cock; she loved his tongue. She was a jumble of emotions and feelings, all so good. Too good. She was going to come, hard, fast, and way too soon.

"Debasish... I..." She forced her eyes open and watched him, her body trembling as she found herself cresting the summit.

Debasish's eyes shifted up to hers and he watched her as she found herself toppling over the edge of her desire and her body erupted, her juices flooding his probing tongue. Once the final of the series of tremors settled, Debasish licked the length of her slit one final time and rose to his feet.

"I need it Debasish. Please!" she couldn't believe she was begging to be fucked, but she was and she needed him.

Needed it, more than she ever expected she could. Lowering his body onto hers, he claimed her lips with his. Madhu moaned against his mouth, loving the taste of her pussy juice on his lips and tongue. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she urged him onto her. Debasish groaned against her lips and ran the head of his cock along her slit - teasing her with the thick head. He pulled his lips from hers and stared down at her.

The heat and intensity in his eyes sent a shiver of need through her, "You sure?"

Madhu groaned and smiled up at him, trying to contain the desire within her, "Are you going to make me beg, Mr. sexy?"

"Hmmm. I like that idea, but you're so warm and tight," he pressed the head of his cock against her opening, his eyes not leaving hers, "I couldn't make you wait if I wanted to."

Sliding her hands down to his firm, muscular ass she pulled him down, urging him into her, "You're driving me mad Debasish," her words came out as little more than a sigh.

He pressed into her further, the head of his cock breaching her entrance, "Fuck, so tight."

His voice came out low and feral. She shuttered, and bucked her hips successfully impaling herself further, taking in almost half of his length, "More!" she pleaded with him.

Without another word he pulled out almost completely and rammed himself into her fully. She screamed out, her fingernails digging into his ass, and tightening her legs around his waist. He stretched her so beautifully, filling her to the hilt.

"Fuck me!" she screamed.

"Yes, baby," he pulled out once more and slammed back into her, faster and harder.

She cried out a second time, "More, more. Oh God, more!"

She couldn't have cared less who heard her, the whole house, it didn't matter. All that mattered was his massive cock sending waves of pleasure through her.

The head of his cock stroked her inner wall as he thrust into her, over and over. Every nerve in her body was aching for him and a third release of the night. She was coming close again. Her stomach knotted as she reached her brink. Just when she knew she was seconds away from coming, Debasish pulled out. Madhu whimpered her protest, her pussy yearning for more. She opened her eyes and he smiled down at her. Sitting back on his heels he lifted her bottom and draped one of her legs over his shoulder, spreading her wide for him, her ass suspended in the air between them. She looked down the length of his torso until her eyes reached his rock-hard cock gleaming with her juices. She watched him press the tip into her and then slowly his length slid into her wanton cunt. As he thrust, he did so slowly and deliberately - as if he knew that watching his cock disappearing into her was one of the most erotic sights she'd ever witnessed. She gripped the sheets under her once more preparing herself.

She was going to come, soon, hard and fast, "Oh fuck Debu!" her breath hitched in her throat as he brought her to the edge once again, "I'm going to come!"

He picked up speed. His balls slapped against her ass with a soft smacking sound with each thrust, "Ummm. Yeah, come baby. I need to feel it."

The sound of his voice washed over her and gave her the final push. With one final moan, she found herself being swept up in her desire, and then she was falling, relief washing over her as her pussy clenched around his intruding cock, begging him to come with her.

"So good!" he groaned low and loud as he slammed into her a final time and his cock unleashed a stream of his seed within her.

Panting hard, Madhu opened her eyes and looked down at their united bodies and then up to meet his gaze, "Oh-my-God Debu."

His eyes were still glazed over with his desire, but he gave her a soft smile. Her heart fluttered at his smile and then sank when he slowly pulled out of her, leaving her feeling barren. Debasish slid back into bed with her and pulled a blanket over their naked bodies.

"Stay with me tonight?" she asked.

He nodded and snuggled close to her side laying his head between her breasts, "I'll have to leave before the dawn before anybody sees us. I will be back to the veranda where I was sleeping."

She frowned, but nodded, "Alright, Debu, my Honey."

She traced the hard contours of muscle in his chest. Like it had earlier, the muscle flexed under her touch. She loved it.

Dipankar moved towards Ashmita, wiped out tears from her eyes, grabbed her with both hands in empathy, forcing her back to the present situation. Both were still naked.

Ashmita felt her breath hitch in her throat, "I want to know what your heart thinks."

He leaned closer, his face barely an inch from hers, "What your heart knows."

He kissed her and she felt the familiar lightning flash between them, her heart slamming in her chest as she gave herself to the feelings, he unleashed in her. His lips demanded a response and she gave it to him. Then Dipankar went near to the window and opened it. The room was illuminated with moonlit and Ashmita's white naked body was glazing and inviting him.

Black eyes snapped to hers, his body suddenly still, "Prove what? That I want you? Can you believe if I say Madhu has never given such satisfaction what I have derived from you? Mind it, this is not my exaggerated view to just please you but this is a fact from the inner core of my heart."

He pulled her closer and she felt the heavy hardness of his erection as it pressed against her.

"Isn't it obvious?" Ashmita's feminine ego basked in the attention, thrilled at how open he was about her effect on him, but that wasn't what she was aiming for.

Ashmita rolled her hips against him, feeling another flash of satisfaction as he closed his eyes, and she watched him control himself by sheer force of will.

"That's part of it," she admitted, "but not nearly enough."

She took his hand and led him further into the bed. Near the edge of the bed, both of them stood for a while.

"If I am going to be here, in your life, I don't want that to be what I think of--what you think of--when you step into this room," She looked him in the eye, the challenge clear.

"I want you to erase it. Erase it and make me forget it ever happened," Ashmita could have lit a match with the heat that flared between them.

The wariness that Dipankar had been watching her with was tinged with disbelief. He took one step, and then another until he had her pressed back against the edge of the bed. His eyes were dilated, the pupils huge and black, and she had to fight from losing herself in them.

"You want me to make you forget?" his words were mild, but they shook her to her soles.

Ashmita gave an awkward nod, "Yes. Prove Madhu didn't mean anything to you. Make me believe it."

She swallowed hard. "I need to believe it."

Dipankar's breath was hot on her cheek making her shiver, and her head lolled back, suddenly too heavy for her neck to support. The opportunity was too much to ignore and she jumped as he lowered his mouth to the fluttering pulse at the base of her throat.

His tongue pressed against it, teeth grazing against the tendon protecting it, and she let out a hissing breath, "Oh yes," the whispered words washed across her, his desire an almost physical force, "I will make you believe."

Ashmita shuddered in his arms, and relaxed into his embrace, trusting him in a way she'd never trusted anyone.

"Do you want it to be slow and gentle? Shall I worship your body--stretch you out and burn the truth into you one kiss, one lick, one consuming inch at a time?" his hands closed over her breasts, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples, and she moaned deep in her throat, "Or should I make you hard and fast, pounding the doubt from you, embedding myself into your every pore?"

There was gravel in his voice and Ashmita felt his erection hard against her thigh. The sensation of him pressed tight against her front and the unforgiving surface of the bed against her back thighs was an incredible juxtaposition--one force hard and hot, and the other hard and cold, both pushing every nerve ending to its limit.

"Which should it be?" he pushed her body, the muscles there rippling as his fingers glided over them.

The cold air of the room made her already hard nipples tighten even further. He cupped her breast in his hand and watched her face as he replaced his fingers with his mouth. One suck, then another, the sensation bordered on pain as he pulled her further into the hot cavern of his mouth, until she was balancing on the razor's edge, and then he released her.

"Gentle hasn't convinced you yet," there was no bitterness in it when he said it, but she knew it was true, "So hard it is."

Before the words could register, he'd pulled her upright, his hands were everywhere, squeezing, pinching, stroking, and Ashmita felt her emotions building up along with the sensations. and Dipankar moved between her legs, his body spreading her legs as he stared down at her. His eyes were black as coal and burned as they traveled over her, possessiveness in every line of his face.

"You have no idea," he whispered, his voice raw with need, "I was always envious of Debasish to have a beautiful wife like you. I always longed to fuck you. You have no idea how I've dreamed of having you spread out like this, so I can take every piece of you."

He peppered her body with kisses, his fingers burning trails across her breasts, "I didn't want to frighten you--wanted you to want me as much as I wanted you, but there's no time for that now."

He slid one hand down, past her belly, over her hips, until he could slip it between her legs. Ashmita felt it settle there and let out a gasp of pleasure as Dipankar pressed it against her. It was so close to what she wanted, but not enough--not nearly enough. She wanted his mouth on her, his fingers inside her, and she squirmed against him with a wordless plea for more.

"Nothing else matters—my wife, my daughter, my entire family... they can all burn in Hell for all I care--the only thing that matters is that you are here and mine!" Dipankar said and slipped a finger between her swollen labia, and dragged the wetness he found there higher until he could paint her clit with it.

With a rough laugh, he moved down and rested his head against her inner thigh, his breath hot on her aching flesh. Ashmita panted, arching up against him, the cold wood of the bed searing against her feverish skin.

"Please," she begged, pushing against him as he held her open.

Another rumble of satisfaction came from him and when Ashmita finally thought she'd scream from frustration, he closed his mouth on her and plunged his wandering finger deep inside. The sensation was overwhelming, and her body bowed, arching up off the edge of the bed as a tidal wave of sensation and emotion burst over her. Dipankar never stopped, his elegant fingers plundering her depths, his tongue latched onto her, sucking and licking as she bucked against him. His eyes never closed, and she knew he was watching her responses, drinking in her abandon as he drank her essence. His whole attention was fixed on her--all that mattered was her. She felt her muscles clenching in waves, leaving her aching with the need to have him fill her emptiness.

"Need you," her voice was ragged, her breathing so heavy that her mouth was completely dried out.

She forced herself to swallow, and tried again, "I need you. Please."

Dipankar didn't answer, his eyes still focused on her body, watching as her pussy spasmed around his fingers. He worked them in and out, occasionally reaching out and swiping against her over-stimulated clit with his tongue.

"You wanted to know," he said, "You wanted to understand how I felt."

He pulled away, his lips glistening with her wetness, "We've only scratched the surface."

His eyes were wild and she let out a shriek as he pulled her forward, sliding her to the middle of the bed. Ashmita reached out and grabbed for him, trying to get her balance, but he moved too fast and she found herself flipped and bent over the bed.

"What are you doing?" she asked as he'd never pushed her like this; never seemed so out of control.

"What am I doing?" She heard his voice, and she felt the head of his cock as it pressed between her pussy lips.

Her muscles were still spasming from her orgasm and she could feel them pulling at him, sucking him deeper, and she moaned at the sensation.

"I am making you forget," he thrust deeply, sheathing himself completely and Ashmita let out a keening cry.

Dipankar filled her, stretching her fully, setting off shockwave after shockwave as he pumped through the echoes of her climax. He held himself there, touching places so deep inside her that she felt like they were one person until she felt the undeniable fire begin to burn again.

"Do you know how many times I thought of this over the past so many months?" Dipankar's voice sounded like it came from far away, but it was just because all her attention was focused on where he was buried in her pussy, "Every minute that passed, every dead end I ran into..." he pulled his cock out and rocked his hips, dipping the head back in, teasing her with its width, "I thought about you leaving, about never waking up with you beside me, never hearing you say you love me."

He slammed into her hard, forcing her against the bed, the bedsheet crumbled into the tops of her thighs. Her breasts were pressed tight against the mattress, but she barely noticed. Dipankar reached around her hip, pulling her back and moving her feet wider apart so he could reach the little knob of her clit. He plucked at it and tugged on it, flicking his finger back and forth against it until she was rocking back against him, rolling her hips in a silent invitation as her muscles clamped down on him like a vise.

"I always get jealous whenever I found you around Debasish," he sounded breathless, and Ashmita sobbed with the sensations that were coursing through her, "I dreamed of you, dreamed of wrapping my arms around you, your body heavy with our child. I swore when I woke and I realized it was only a dream, that I would make that dream come true."

His movements were becoming erotic and she clung to the headboard top rail of the bed to get enough leverage that she could push back against him, chasing the glorious climax that was just out of her reach. Dipankar rolled her clit between his fingers and pinched it, making her scream as the world shattered around her, her muscles flexing and undulating around him. He couldn't hold back then and began to thrust into her, fucking her as hard as her pussy would allow, hammering into her until the heat of her body and the waves of her orgasm became too much for him to bear. He came, his back bowing, his body shuddering. A hoarse cry tore from his throat and Ashmita felt the tips of his fingers dig into her hips as he gripped them, pulling her tight against him. He lay there above her buttocks, suspended in motion, and then collapsed, his body lying heavily across her, his heart pounding against her back, his breath ragged in her ears He rested there against her back, kissing her shoulders and the back of her neck as their orgasms began to fade until he slipped from her body. He lifted his weight off her and lay beside her, a look of concern on his face.

"I hope I did not hurt you." Dipankar's eyes took in all the marks on her skin, his lips tight as he saw the bruises he'd left where he'd grabbed her roughly.

Ashmita shook her head, her head still spinning, "I'm fine. Really."

She looked around at the bed--everything that had been on the bed was on the floor, the bedsheet was crumbled and squeezed into a small bundle of cloth, pillows were thrown into the floor, their clothes were thrown haphazardly across the room. Her nightgown! She hadn't even registered she was lying there naked! She tried to push past Dipankar to get dressed, but he swept her up into his arms.

"You're trembling," he said, holding her tightly against him. His hands were gentle, but when she tried to get him to put her down, unrelenting, "Shhhhhh," he said, dropping a kiss on her brow, "you're exhausted."

"I'm also naked," she said, raising an eyebrow at him.

Dipankar gave her a dazzling smile, "You say that like it is a bad thing."

Ashmita couldn't help smiling back at him. Held in the cradle of his arms, the sexual agony of the past two days since Ramu fucked her seemed like a half-forgotten nightmare. A yawn cracked her jaw and she blushed and buried her face in Dipankar's chest.

"Maybe I am a little tired," she said and got up to arrange the bed.

"Let us sleep together," said Dipankar.

"But you have to be away from this room, leaving in early in the morning before anybody sees you," said Ashmita.

He moved to the bed before the words were out of her mouth, and pulled her towards him. The bed was soft and she snuggled into it, she could feel the scent of Dipankar in the room, and she reached out for him, pulling him into her arms as she drifted off to a peaceful sleep for the first time. This time she wasn't letting him go.

Madhu awoke to the deep, sexy sound of Debasish's voice. Her eyes fluttered open as she stretched and a smile touched her lips, "Hey."

"Whoa, watch. It will be dawn," said Debasish.

The dawn! "Oh shit!" grabbing her nightgown, she pulled it up and over her head.

Debasish's laughing increased her embarrassment, "It's not funny! You were supposed to be out of here by now."

Hooking his index finger under her chin, Debasish leaned down and kissed her tenderly, "Don't worry about it. We have to act before Dipankar and Ashmita in a normal way not to invite any suspicion. We will find a way to fuck again."

Her heart soared. His words were like liquid gold to her ears. Smiling he leaned over to her, kissing her tenderly and placing his palm flat against her breasts, "Guess, I'm going to have to take the walk of shame out of here huh?"

"Hmmm. Not until we've had a bath," he further said.

Madhu raised a brow at him, "Now?"

"But the bathroom is common and outside," said Madhu.

"Don't worry! Everybody is tired and in deep slumber and would not wake up before 8.00A. M morning due to dance around campfire last evening," replied Debasish.

"So, are you normally this romantic Mr. Sexy, or am I just special?" smiled Madhu.

"Hmmm, very special, and no I'm not normally like this. So, get your head out from under this nighty, wrap a towel around you and follow me to the bathroom," instructed Debasish.

A surge of excitement ran through her, leaving her slightly giddy. She'd never had a man run her a bath before, or display such sweetness towards her. It felt good - really good.

She caught her lower lips between her teeth and nodded, "Alright, lead the way Mr. Sexy."

Laughing he slid from under the blankets and got out of bed. She followed him into the bathroom. When they came outside all the doors of other rooms were closed. It was still twilight. Debasish closed the door of the bathroom behind them. The sounds of them talking could still be heard, but that didn't concern him. Standing before him, Madhu released her hold on the towel, and let it drop to the floor, it puddled at her feet. His cock went from semi-hard to fully erect within seconds. He took a couple of steps towards her, and she stepped back, a mischievous look in her eyes. Debasish took a couple more steps forward and she carefully took another couple backward until the back of her calves were against the deep, claw-footed tub. She thanked her fathers-in-law, Bhaskar and Arnab who had installed a bathtub in the bathroom inside the jungle. Although it was an old-fashioned bathtub, it was very strong and big in square size but egg shape on both ends of the edge. It was fitted in the ground with strong cementing works. Not only that, the tub was reinforced with bricks and cement from its all surrounding area with water connecting pipe into it as well as a drainage pipe.​