Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

"Ashmita, today you look so marvelous and beautiful that I can't wait any longer, I wish that I could fuck you now and here," said Dipankar.

With a seductive smile, Ashmita said, "Have patience dear, we are not far from Bungalow and Tribal villages, any tribes could step in here, we have to find a secluded place."

The pebbled road took them again closer towards their destination. It was a small road with thick forests on both sides. There were many monkeys, peacocks, and deers. The wonderful scenes and the wild animals made them forget all the tiredness. Before they decided to take some rest between the walk as they were pretty exhausted but the energy, they got by walking together cracking small jokes, and sharing their fucking experience of the night made them fast. Occasionally, they would stop and would kiss deeply on each other's lips. During this moment, Dipankar would grope and squeeze her breasts from the above of her dress.

Ashmita would give him a playful slap and would say, "You naughty boy."

The sunless sky covered the woods over the treetops which created a canopy over their heads. The crimson and auburn foliage was a magnificent sight, as this was the season known as Fall. There was a gentle breeze, creating the single sound of the rustling of leaves. The leaves appeared as though they were dying to fall out of the tree and join their companions on the forest floor. Together with pine needles and other flora, the leaves formed a thick springy carpet for them to walk upon.

Along the way fallen timber accompanied thickets of weeds. A lazy mist hazed their vision, making the horizon seem like one from a storybook. The area was imperturbable as if it was keeping a secret hidden deep within itself. They might have crossed more than 2K.M. away from Bungalow, then they noticed a high place, a small heap, and a mound surrounded by a lot of trees with green grass around 15 feet above the ground level. They climbed above which was very easy to them through hard soil. They reached a canopy of a small forest, full of big trees with green grass on the earth.

After reaching the above Ashmita exclaimed, "It's like a mini paradise."

Both of them looked down and could see patches of small green meadows, some are open and some are with bush and small trees just adjunct to the mound and surrounding the mound with canopy where they were standing. Dipankar led Ashmita to nearby a cool place under the shade of trees where thick grasses under the trees were waiting for them.

Dipankar smiled, and said, "Ashmita, this is our aspired and destined place."

Bipasha reached the shady place of the jungle where the sun was hidden due to the thick foliage of big trees. The atmosphere was dark and shadowy. The ground beneath the stiff leaves was slightly wet and moistened. The cold, brisk air invaded her lungs, she exhaled, her breath visible. She stepped over fallen branches and tugged by thorny vines. A red-tail hawk screeched overhead; this was a sign of good luck. After a while, she came across the pond with a vine bridge over it. She crossed the vine bridge and took the pebble way led to a dense jungle on both sides then she reached the valley. From a distance, she could see two human beings climbing up on top of a small mound full of green vegetation. She was sure they must be her papa and Aunt Ashmita. Bipasha started moving towards that side.

"Let us sit and take some rest on this fallen tree," said Debasish.

They drank water from the flask. They were sitting very close.

"I was waiting eagerly for this moment," said Debasish and tightly embraced and kissed Madhu.

"Do you know, from that night I am hardly at peace? I always dream of you. Madhu, I cannot survive without you," said Debasish.

"Really!" exclaimed Madhu with a seductive smile.

Then Madhu could see a bulge in Debasish'pant. She extended her hand and to tease him just squeezed it.

"Ohhh, you silly girl, what's are you doing? Should I pounce on you here?" teased Debasish.

"No, never here. Let's go ahead somewhere where nobody could see nor hear us," said Madhu smilingly and stood up.

They passed another tree whose branch extended out but zig-zags up and down as if it had three elbows. They descended from the flatbed of land, down to a creek that flowed through the narrow valley that must be carrying rainwater falling from the top. The creek was a considerably smaller one. Laying across the creek was another derecho-felled tree. Some sort of critter had crawled on this, using it to avoid the water below and as a shortcut up the hill. Its claw marks were covering the limb, a few were more clear, it looked as if the creature almost slipped off. Its claw marks showed a desperate cling. It must be a wolf or hyena. They stepped across it. Descending towards the creek led them over moss-covered rocks and limbs.

They came across a small cave-like tunnel made by nature with open in two sides hardly a length of 15 feet. They entered the tunnel. Outside the tunnel, the hill walls were large stones, covered in a thick layer of moss, some of which had started to fall off due to heaviness. Both of them walked through the tunnel, in the mud and water; the creek echoes inside. They looked above. Drainage holes were lining the ceiling, one was clogged by a giant root of a tree above. On the other side of the tunnel cave, they could see a fallen tree burnt by lightning blocked the path with 4 feet above. Though the way was flat, the walls of shale towered above them, limiting the routes. Both of them had to crab walk under, crawl over, duck again and found their way around the thorny collections of bare blackberry bushes. Finally, into a clearing, still surrounded by sharp shale, there was another wall covered in inches of thick, healthy moss.

Madhu placed her hand, taking time to stroke the furry wall. Her hand left an imprint. She wondered how long that would last. Back down the steep hill up and up the thorny tangle. Going down was easier. The summit was literally overgrown with thorns, there was no clear path through. It was, again, impossible to see through the tangle of limbs and saplings and more thorns. Briars and branches caught her legs, and she found herself slowing to push more and more of the jungle's flora out of the way. Debasish, too, began to struggle with the bramble, and she noticed the jungle no longer laid their path before them. Instead of clearing away to allow them passage, it stayed where it was, obstructing them. Somehow, they made it through. They were close to breaking off this path.

Now they reached the valley. Resting underneath the shade of the trees, Madhu found herself appreciating the scent of pine needles; its ambiance. Encompassed by the thick heavy air, Debasish watched as a single sparrow fluttered high above the emerald forest. A few feet next to her an eager chipmunk hastily scampered from tree to tree. The forest, Madhu realized, was home to many wild creatures. In giving protection and food, the forest was gladly rewarded with the company of these animals. Beyond the horizon, Madhu could see the community of newly formed saplings. The forest was pure and clean, as though it had never been disturbed by man and his vicious life-killing machines. Peacefully sleeping under the dark gray sky, the community of mighty timber had not a care in the world.

Just near Madhu high above her was a canopy made from the trees on a mound and even though the sun wasn't visible, there was a level of comfort in knowing that the forest was sheltered by branches.

"Hey Debasish, should we climb up to this canopy? I think that must be an attractive place," asked Madhu.

"No, this place below is fine. We should lie around here," replied Debasish.

Hardly they were aware of the fact that Dipankar and Ashmita had already reached the top in that place. It was also unknown to both the pairs that the left and the right path to the jungle near the Bungalow had been merged into this particular place.

Arpita crossed the creek and she could see there was a bone half-submerged in the creek. She climbed through the deep leaf litter and over the rocks back and entered into a small tunnel. Arpita passed the tree, that was struck by lightning. The teak tree was split in two and fell down the shale wall. She saw the evidence of the burn and a smoldered residue at the base. Nature had a cruel way of recycling. The downed tree had to sprout green leaves in its middle part. It was blocking the way but Arpita easily crawled under it and she saw human footprints there (Debasish and Madhu had passed a few moments ago). She could also see the imprint of a hand on the moss wall. Then she saw the path going down the hill.

The trek down this hill was not easy, thorny blackberry bushes and fallen trees impeded her progress. Arpita looked up the hill that she just descended, and wondered how the return would go. Keep moving, the next hill would be easier, she thought, there were no thorny tangles, just treacherous leaf litter that would give under her feet if she didn't find the right footing. The trick was to dig her boots into the ground as if she was on steps. These hills were steep. Finally, at the top, she looked back at this little spring valley, she was not that high up, but it was a marvelous view. Here, there was a dilapidated tree stand, falling apart from years of neglect and weather. Surrounded by deep leaf litter, there was a patch of rich dark earth, a buck had probably marked his spot, his round pellets were nearby. The saplings caught her hair as she walked by.

Arpita could finally see the clear, blue skies, along with the sun. She was no longer under the protection of the branches and now more than ever is when she wanted to know the reason the path brought her here. That questioning didn't take long, because right in front of her stood a grey, stonewall the size of the trees. It seemed to have been established years ago, considering the fact there were green vines all over it. She had an instant reflex to see what was over the wall, and at the first touch the stone turned out to be cold. Usually stone used to be rough, so it gave it a sandy and somehow powdery texture. It left her hands dirty with light-brown colored dust, but it didn't stop her from continuing to climb the wall amid the heat. Climbing the wall, was not as difficult as she assumed, so using the vines she went on top and just admired the scenery. It was almost like the walls were in charge of not letting any noise there. Then she could see the green valley behind this stone wall surrounded by trees and grass. In one of the open places, she could see her papa and Aunt Madhu.

Bipasha reached the top of the mound. From distance, Bipasha could see that her papa was sitting on something, and Aunt Ashmita was talking to him. Bipasha wanted to give a sudden surprise to them, so she walked through the long shrubs bending her head so that they could not be able to see her, she approached a safe distance and could hear their conversation.

Dipankar was sitting on a small but wide dead log under the shade of a big tree. The upper part of the log was worn out due to erosion and it had become flattened resembled a mini-bed. Ashmita lifted her legs and placed the toe of her leg on the log near him, her ankle only an inch away from his grasp. She felt, rather than saw, that his gaze was upon her.

"Where shall I begin?" She stopped and leaned back on the log, directly in front of him.

He gripped and lifted her leg. The leg openings of her blue-colored knee-length loose denim shorts lifted, sliding up her thighs, and his gaze shot to the revealed set of white lacy panties through the leg openings. Ashmita licked her lips and unbuttoned a pearl button of her shirt. He flared his nostrils ever so slightly. He stared at her fingers. She undid another button. He became a statue. A rather alluring, attentive one. She continued unbuttoning the rest of the buttons. She didn't open her shirt, hoping he'd notice her breasts were unhampered by a bra. The only sound there was their hot breathing.

"Don't stop now," cried Dipankar.

Their tongues tangled and she reached up and clasped her hands behind his neck. He released her hair and unfastened her shirt on the front. He interrupted the kiss to pull the shirt up and off. He opened her shirt, revealing ample cleavage. He tossed the shirt on top of the clothes lying on the grass and looked down at her. Her body was a delicate combination of voluptuous and powerful.

Ohh my God, what's a shame! Bipasha wanted to die herself there, Aunt Ashmita was getting naked in front of her papa and they both were in an intense kiss and embrace. She couldn't believe her own eyes what she was witnessing.

Then Ashmita unhooked her bra and her round big 36D breasts popped out. Her dark pink cup-sized areolas and nipples hardened at the thought of his mouth teasing her skin. Dipankar eased up and took each in his mouth in turn, giving oral supplication like a starving infant. At first, he suckled with both hands on a single breast to guide the nipple to its haven of warmth. She rubbed her leg against his thumb. He touched her ankle, lightly at first, before running his fingers up the back of her calf. She pushed her hips forward, her loose leg openings of shorts lifted further up and over her thighs. Dipankar made a low, primal sound, melting a reserve within her.

"Do you like what you see?" asked Ashmita.

Their eyes locked and she smiled. She traced a finger along the bottom of her lip. She stuck just the tip into her mouth and sucked, playfully removing any doubt of where this was going.

"Hmm," she whispered, "What do you want?"

He closed his eyes and moved his hand over her knee. She went beyond merely teasing him to wanting to feel him deep inside her body. He returned his gaze to her face.

He stood, pushed back her shirt all the way, "You're one beautiful woman."

He shifted forward and touched between her thighs. The feel of him edging along her exposed skin ramped up her desire. She unbuttoned her denim loose shorts which fell on the ground and she was only with her white lacy panties. He pushed aside her panties, drawing a gasp from her lips. She was doing it—taking control of her desire, with a man who drove her wild in that night which even her husband was not able to do during their long conjugal life. A tiny voice inside her wondered if that was such a good idea to leave her husband for this man. Dipankar flicked his thumb across her clit, releasing a tide of pleasure, and she drowned in longing, her inner voice silenced. A thrill beyond belief billowed up her legs.

"Do you know I've been thinking about you only day and night ever since I fucked you in that night?" his voice was husky and seeped in desire.

"Me, really?" She moaned.

He flicked his fingers over and around the spot she craved him most.

He chuckled, "I think you were only interested in one thing...the fast fucking. Nothing else. This is exactly what you need, isn't it? A woman like you should be properly fucked at least once a day."

Ashmita's body buzzed with a solitary yearning to have him take control. If only she could let go of the reins, stop micromanaging her life.

"Shut up and do it then," she teased.

He laughed and thrust his finger inside her. She leaned back on her elbows, bracing herself against the log, and lifted her other foot to straddle. He slid two of his fingers into her, curling and rubbing. He pressed and swirled his thumb, releasing shimmering sensations from between her legs.

"Is this what you like?" he asked.

"Mmmmmm," responded Ashmita.

"Damn it, tell me," asked Dipankar again.

"Yes, yes. I could ride your fingers all day. I'm going to come," Ashmita tilted her head backward and gave into pleasure.

He stood between her legs, fingering her, and she couldn't hold back. She was about to climax.

"Not yet," he stopped.

She wanted to be touched everywhere, and her body craved it. He planned on touching every inch of her and continuing to do so until she automatically leaned into him when he neared. She'd already forced him to desire her. To have any peace, he would have to train her to want him and only him. He pushed her unresisting thighs against the log and kissed her pussy intimately. He tugged on the outer lips, nipping her slightly. He almost smiled when the passion he could feel inside her flared higher. He speared her canal with his tongue and was immediately rewarded as her muscles tightened around his tongue and she produced more nectar, which he quickly devoured. Her clit was prominent in its fleshy home and he considered its plumpness an invitation. She clung to the log, her G-spot so overstimulated, her muscles clenched and unclenched. He sucked her clit into his mouth and she moaned deeply. She lifted her hips, thrusting against his suctioning mouth. He absorbed her pleasure, monitoring it carefully. She gasped and moaned continuously now. He had to be careful. He needed to bring her to the brink and not a step over.

"Oh, right there. I'm going to come," she whispered.

He released her clit with a groan of his own. He kissed the flesh of her inner thigh before doing the same to her belly and sides. If he wasn't going to feast on her pussy, he wanted to plunge his cock into her. But he wouldn't. Not until she asked.

"What are you doing? Are you not ready?" her voice was plaintive and she bucked beneath him.

The sound of him unzipping his pants was all she needed to hear. She lifted her head, and he pushed her backward on the log. He lifted her knees. He grazed his cock along with her sensitized opening. Ashmita was gazing upon his big pulsated cock which was throbbing up and down. Her face reached near the cock and she kissed it. She inhaled sharply and moaned.

Till now, Bipasha was witnessing everything as her father was sucking the cunt of naked Aunt Ashmita, and she was feeling wetness in her cunt as a hot wave of lust was flowing through her body. But when her father started getting naked, it was height and she said herself no. Bipasha closed her eyes, how could a daughter see her father naked and fucking another woman? It was a sin for her to witness this and she blamed and cursed herself to come here at this unfortunate moment. She turned her face from them and was very angry at them. The hot tears of anguish rolled down from her eyes and she decided to return without being seen by them.

Dipankar said as if he had studied Ashmita's mind, "Would you give your head?"

Ashmita nodded her head. He felt the back of her throat before she ran out of the shaft. She took a deep breath. He felt it all the way to his toes. She watched his face as she sucked, pulling back until she sucked only the tip of his cock before taking him in again. She gained speed and he tightened his hold on her hair. She gasped around his cock. Her tongue swirled as she maintained a tight seal around his shaft and increased her speed. He felt one of her hands begin to mold and caress his balls. It was simply too much for him. The sight of her on her knees before him, the glassy desire-filled look in her eyes, the tight sweet suction of her mouth, and her warm hand stroking him sent him over the edge. Her eyes were heavy with desire.

"You're breathtaking," he said, "See, I knew you were a good sucker."

"My turn now, Are you in safe period?" he then asked.

"Yes," replied Ashmita.

Dipankar pushed forward with one single, hard thrust and pulled back on her knees as he plunged deep inside her. She was ready for him when he slammed into her. He moved his hips, thrusting into her again and again as if fuelled by unbridled lust. He hardened his lips into a jagged line. She was torn by wanting to give in to passion with the man she had tormented for days by not talking to him and ignoring him. She pressed her forehead against his shoulder, digging her fingers into his arms. What she'd give to let go and let him deliver her into the realm of delicious sensation. For once she'd love to scream loud enough to bring the whole world to here. He stopped moving. She opened her eyes and took in his arched brow and his hands on her hips. She stared back at him, uncertain of what to do.

He cupped her cheek, feathering his fingers along her jaw, "Hey, don't overthink this. I've finally got you where I want you and I intend to show you how much I've wanted this moment."

Ashmita absorbed the heat pouring from his body, the expression in his eyes, and the curl of his beautiful mouth tempting her to take a chance.

"Give yourself to me," Ashmita screamed loudly which echoed in the valley.

He leaned over her and kissed her long and deep, his hard, wet cock pushing at her mound. Now, any attempt at distraction was impossible. He'd brought her to the brink of ecstasy, and she wanted to let go, give in to desire.

She reached down to touch him, "Shh, I'm in charge."

Dipankar laughed and gently flipped her onto her stomach. He pressed open her thighs, and she came up onto her forearms. His cock moved between her legs. He took hold of her, pulling her hips back toward him, and he plunged back inside her. She moaned. She arched her bottom up against his body. His fierce expression flashed in her memory, but there was no use in fighting desire or the wicked lesson he was capably teaching her. She bobbed her head rhythmically to the slamming of him against her bottom.

"Oh. My. God." "Don't come yet," his voice was rough, hot, and demanding.

"No?" she was on the cusp of unraveling, she gripped the log and gave into a spasm of pleasure, "I am yet to come."

Dipankar pumped with greater force as if used to taking what he wanted. He stopped; his breath ragged against her neck. He rubbed her buttocks. Ashmita barely held on to her refusal to explode. She wavered, slipping, wanting to give in to release as arousal overtook her, all the more potent with his cock poised, unmoving inside her. Then the uncontrollable lava inside her started arising breaking all the barriers, the molten lava of her orgasm erupted and flowed over the cock of Dipankar. Dipankar could feel the squeezing and tight grip of her cunt muscles on his cock then suddenly he felt the release of his cock and a hot wave of liquid passing over his cock.

"I said to wait, didn't I?" he withdrew his cock, and without warning his hand slapped against her ass with a resounding whack, crisp and loud.

Heat mixed with pain spread out over her bottom. He slapped one cheek again and again. Her buttock was on fire. Tears sprang to her eyes. He grabbed her hair, and he yanked, driving his rod back in her. She found no place to hide. He was forcing her to open, to let go and let him take care of her needs. He alternated between caressing her ass cheek to a hard-handed spank several more times until she lost count.

"No more," she said, "Quite right. Please."

The shocking sensation of pain exhausted the emotional walls she had erected.

"Please what?" Dipankar chuckled, "How can I help you, Ashmita?"

"Fuck me, dammit. Just do it," cried Ashmita.

"As the lady wishes," he took her again and reached around to stroke her clit as he thrust.

Ashmita tilted her hips up and experienced titillating ripples of ecstasy as he pumped against her. He showed her it was far better to receive than to run the show. What a lesson...what a teacher. She was freed by his control and unable to stop the mounting pleasure that lifted her so high, she had no choice but to free-fall back down to Earth. She floated in pleasure, and he continued to thrust his cock inside her.

He hauled her against him with one final thrust, "My God, you're sexy as hell."

"Ohhh...God! I'm coming," he gasped.

All the blood rushed from his extremities to his cock. He never looked away as her cunt muscles struggled to swallow every drop of his cock. She didn't pull away. His release was massive. Dipankar could feel his cock was clamped between two velvet walls tightly clenched and unclenched then suddenly it was released with a hot flow over it, Ashmita had another orgasm simultaneously with his cum when she felt the hot stream sprinkled from his cock and fell deep inside his cunt hole. He recovered slowly. He felt her gently pull her mouth away and stand. He leaned forward, pulled her to him with the hand still tangled in her hair, and kissed her. She moaned in exhaustion, and he lowered himself onto her, his body a warm blanket. He kissed her neck before lifting up and off her.

"You have a great ass. Sweet," His lips were warm as he brushed them against the side of her bottom.

Both were naked. Dipankar said, "Ashmita, you see, we both are now children of nature, Adam and Eve in paradise."

Ashmita had a sudden urge to pee which was natural after a prolonged fucking, she said, "Dipankar, I am going for a pee."

"OK, dear, take your time. Let me take rest for a while," said Dipankar and lay flat on his back on the grassy bed with his eyes closed.

After sobbing silently and continuously among shrubs, Bipasha wanted to leave the place, and before that she wanted to have her last glance at what these two were doing at that moment. She could see her papa lying naked like a child on the grass under the shade of the tree. Then she could see the naked Aunt Ashmita headed towards the edge of the mound around 50 meters from the place where they were fucking. Her big and wide buttocks along with big breasts were swaying rhythmically while she was walking. Bipasha saw her squatting down near the edge, most probably she would pee there. Bipasha couldn't accept the fact that her papa could cheat on her mom and Aunt Ashmita could cheat on Uncle Debasish. Her eyes were filled with tears and a strong hatred and contempt arose within herself against her papa and Aunt Ashmita.

Bipasha loved her mom Madhu the best, she loved her mom more than her papa and, at this moment, Bipasha was feeling pity for her innocent mom who was ignorant of the fact that her husband and Bipasha's papa Dipankar was fucking Aunt Ashmita behind her back. Even Bipasha felt sorry for Uncle Debasish whom she admired much as he was helping her in project work. That innocent and ignorant uncle was also deceived by his wife and best friend. She hated them (Her papa and Aunt Ashmita) the most even more than her worst enemy in this world. She didn't think to stay there even a second more and came down slowly on the slope of the mound without being seen.

Both Debasish and Madhu were lying in the grass field under the shade of a tree. Debasish pulled Madhu towards him. Her heart skipped a beat, she inhaled his scent—it was pure bliss.

Madhu inhaled again, "You smell incredible."

All she wanted was to fall into his arms and close her eyes. His lips against her mouth infused her with red-hot desire. The feel of him was delicious. She reached out and unbuttoned his shirt, running her hands over his warm, muscular cuts and grooves. He took off his shirt and her eyes dilated and her heartbeat leaped. He tossed it on the ground and stood there by, waiting.

"Your turn," he said, "Take something off."

She raised her eyebrow, and kicked off her boots, then smirked. He pulled his Ganji (a piece of upper part underwear worn by a male) over his head and tossed it the way of his shirt. His hands were at her zipper. They didn't need to speak.

"Now, my turn, right?" She reached under her and pulled off her leggings.

Arpita approached near them and like Bipasha, she also wanted them to give a surprise through a sudden jump between them. Then she saw her papa removing his shirt, and she thought it might be due to the heat of the atmosphere but a cool breeze was already flowing over the valley. Then she saw Aunt Madhu started removing her lower dress.

"Wait Arpita, hold yourself, something fishy is going on here," her inner self warned her.

The slit in the sides of her panties visible to her waist. He climbed on top of her and caught her leg. He tugged her toward him so she was lying flat on her back again. He pulled her panties from her slowly, despite her jerking movements. They were already slightly damp and her arousal prodded him to hurry. He flipped the panties and pulled them down up to her knees.

"Wait, let me remove this," she said and stood up, then, she pulled her panties down and discarded them quickly.

Debasish bent down in front of her and picked up her panties, smelled, and tossed them into the pile of their clothes," Just so we know where to find them."

He tortured himself when he saw the bits of her revealing skin at that time. When her slit came into view, he smiled at the smooth, bare flesh. Both her legs up to her thighs were very smooth and resembled polished white marbles and the joints of her white legs were completely covered by silky black hairs. She turned her legs at an angle and the defined muscles of her legs and thighs with a black patch of hairs between her thick white thighs snared his attention. The soft marble polished white skin of her thighs glistened in daylight and sent waves of desire throughout his body. He adjusted his cock. His pants were distinctly uncomfortable.

She covered her leg, "Maybe a preview will motivate you to speed up."

The pulse throbbed at his neck and his breathing was labored. He reached for his waistband.

"Wait, can I do it?" she asked.

Arpita was stunned and dumbfounded when she witnessed her father and Aunt Madhu removing their dress one after another. She could see the shameless whore like appearance of Aunt Madhu completely naked before her papa and proceeding towards her papa to get him naked. She could understand the implications, she was not a child. It was adultery, cheating on her Mom and Uncle Dipankar.

Madhu's eyes traveled from his clearly defined outline of the shaft up to his eyes. He pulled his hands away as she walked toward him. Curly thick black hairs peeked through the sides of her vulva as she moved. The slope of her thigh tantalized him. He wanted to grab her. He wanted her to come to him. He needed her to reach for him, whether she thought it was a good idea or not, she finally stood before him, unzipping his pants.

She tightened her fingers over his erection. she slid her hands from his shoulders down his torso and back up. She repeated the process, pulling her hands a little closer together. Every place she touched tingled. His cock twitched each time her hands slid closer to it. She unfastened his pants and directed him to step out of them. He kicked off his shoes and stepped free of his jeans. Right after she tossed them to the side, she caressed his ass before sliding her hands around his hips to gently take hold of his cock. The first contact was electric. He jerked against her and she gripped him tighter He wasn't the only one affected. He opened his senses wide and studied her reactions. Her skin was flushed. Her chest heaved. She breathed more quickly than normal and he watched her tongue peek out and moisten her bottom lip as she gazed down. Her hands made a slow, but firm slide up and down his shaft. He could smell her arousal, spicy, piquant yet sweetly redolent.

Arpita could never imagine in her dream to see her father naked before her. Luckily, his naked backside was towards her and she closed her eyes with shame. A silent rage of hatred and anguish began to arise inside her particularly against her papa who now was the most hated person of Arpita because she loved her mom, Ashmita very much and how could she tolerate another woman in her father's life? Hot tears rolled down from her eyes for the love of her mom and anguish against her father.

Debasish's hands pushed the satin straps down from Madhu's shoulders. He unhooked her bra, and she let it drop to the grass floor. He watched her large hung breasts as they bounced. Her areolas were big and pink with protruding swollen and pointed nipples. They stood with a heap of clothes at their feet. Madhu shivered yet was warmed as he cupped under the swell of her breasts. His erection bumped against her abdomen. The sensual feel of him grazing her skin made her grow moist. She wanted him buried inside her and at the same time wanted to feel his mouth sucking her hard.

"You are a handsome man. This is the second time I get to explore you after that night." she smiled.

Her hands-on him was sending him volts of current throughout his body. He remained still while she stroked him. She ran her hands around his side to his back and tucked herself in close. He felt her hardened nipples rub his torso and groaned. She shimmied slightly and rubbed her body against his.

"Do you know what I want?" Madhu stroked his cock up and down.

"Tell me," asked Debasish.

"I want you to kiss my face. I'll close my eyes so you can sweep your tongue over my lids, your breath, and a caress. I want you to leave a trail of bites and kisses down my neck. You'll stop and suck the same spot you did the last time in that night as your hands squeeze my breasts," Madhu touched her neck showing him.

Debasish nodded mutely, his lips parted.

"You'll keep kissing my skin, making love to my body with your mouth. Suckle each breast and nipple until you're dripping. I want to suck you as your tongue would be between my legs. You'll suck me hard and push your tongue inside me. I want us almost to come together and then we'll stop. Can we do that now?" she asked.

"My God, yes," Debasish pulled her toward him, "Wait."

His words were heated on her skin. She ran her fingers through his hair as he knelt before her. He pressed his mouth on her navel as he tongued her. His mouth moved over her abdomen, his tongue made a swirling filigree design across her flesh, teasing and tormenting her. She grew wet between her legs. He blew a mouthful of air at her cunt and she closed her eyes, a chill shaking her body. She wanted to fuck him right here and now. Never had she felt like this, where nothing else in the world mattered except fulfilling her desire.

"Madhu, I—" Debasish buried his mouth against her and darted his tongue into her cleft.

Madhu whimpered. He stood and picked her up, taking several steps at a time. On the soft earth of grass, he spread her. He went nearby bush and plucked several multicolored fragrant wildflowers and strew on her naked body. He came back to her, his erection stood straight up, ruddy with a drop of moisture glistening at the tip.

"This is where I want you," Madhu licked her lips and touched herself, showing him the swollen bud that waited for his mouth.

His gaze followed the movement of her fingers and he came near her, "Close your eyes."

He brushed her hair off her face Just as he said, Debasish swept his lips and tongue over and around her face. He sucked her lips, at a time. She reached out to him, her hands memorizing his body, the texture of his skin. His mouth found the pulse point on her neck and when he sucked, bright lights flashed behind her eyes, starbursts of color, and she cried out.

"Yes," She nuzzled and kissed him, melting once more under his smoldering mouth.

He moaned. She was so beautiful. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders tighter, her breasts pushed up against him, and a rugged rasp released deep inside his chest. His hands were on her breasts, plucking her nipples, he buried his face between her amazing breasts. He slid his cheeks over each of her puckered nipples. The contrast between the nipples' texture and the smoothness of the globes of her tits distracted him. He brought his hands up and molded each one. His tongue next circled round and round each nipple, then licked each one back and forth, on and on. He used his hands to continue kneading her breasts, then to pull and squeeze her nipples. The contrast between his lightly tanned skin and the golden-white of her flesh fascinated him. She was truly a delight for the eyes.

She fought him, but her folds told a different story. They were plump, wet, and, if he remembered correctly, delicious. He buried his face in her pussy. She was as spicy as her personality, but he caught the middle notes of sweetness too. He inhaled deeply as he opened his mouth and began to lap at her juices. His gaze traveled up over her firm, quivering stomach and heaving breasts. Her eyes were locked, his face between her legs, and the way she held her bottom lip between her teeth forced him to double his efforts. She could lie with her mouth all she wanted. She wanted him. Her eyes said so. The tremble in her limbs said so. Every lick of his tongue gathered moisture from her pussy and yet more appeared, racing toward his waiting mouth, and tongue. Surely, he'd never encountered another woman as continually drenched as this one.

His mouth followed and she moved her hands down her own body, Debasish said, "No. I'm going to bring you to the edge. You've got your work to do also."

Madhu understood and they lay opposite each other in 69 positions.

Madhu opened her eyes. Her body was on fire. She was going to explode, absolutely, finally a complete obliteration if he didn't take her. She stroked him again. The skin along his shaft was soft yet firm, like a rose petal-encased steel rod. He moved toward her thighs, reclining on the side of her, his hands spreading her legs, down between her two white thick and fleshy legs. She faced his rock-hard cock, too beautiful simply to stare at, and she took hold of him, stroking and guiding the plump crown across her lips. She teased him with the tip of her tongue. She slid slowly down his body, not releasing his shaft for even a moment. He gathered the mass of her hair and pulled it away from her face with one hand. She slowly took him in. Her mouth was sublime. Warm and wet. She sucked and simultaneously pulled him in deeper. His eyes tried to close as he groaned, but he fought the impulse. He didn't want to miss a moment.

He used his mouth and tongue again like a paintbrush covering her body. Each time he stopped to suck or bite her skin, she inhaled sharply. He traced the outline of her pussy, teasing her, and she shifted her body trying to get him to touch her intimately. Desire spurred her to push him toward the brink of where she teetered. She held him at the base of his shaft and swiped her tongue along the ridge of his crown, mindful of stroking the sensitive underside. She swirled zigzag designs traveling up and down the length of him. She imagined he was sumptuous ice cream and she didn't want to miss one drop.

Arpita got hotter when seeing an adult naked man and woman sucking each other's genitals. Her pussy got wet and spontaneously her finger inserted between her two legs but suddenly she regained her senses and came to reality, those persons were her father and mom of her best friend. She cursed them and wanted to drop between them and kicking them each. She controlled her emotions and thought that she could no longer stay there to witness their fucking. It was better to leave the place without being seen by them.

Debasish's low groan turned menacing, "Take me fully inside your mouth. Stop teasing me."

"Ahhh," Madhu smiled, "You first. Do me."

Madhu wetted her finger and rubbed along the tight skin under the tip of his cock. She inhaled his aroma of musk and cologne. Her mouth salivated and between her legs, she was engorged with a need for him. She didn't know if she wanted to suck him or fuck him more. Her mouth was worn out. She latched onto his crown and tasted him. Salty and tangy on her tongue. Every time he tasted her was better than the last. It had to be the anticipation. In the back of his mind, every moment of the day was the thought of feasting on her and drinking her nectar. He devoured her, sucking and caressing her folds with his tongue. She urged him closer, lifting her hips. He helped by grabbing the plush globes of her ass and lifting her closer to his mouth.

"My damn, you are eating me just right," she whispered. "I am so close."

She whimpered and he redoubled his efforts. He loved when she climaxed against his mouth. Lapping up the extra succulent liquid her pussy created was quickly becoming his second favorite thing to do behind fucking her with abandon. He'd get to that next. He separated her folds with his fingers and his tongue eased between her slit. She arched and moved against his mouth. He clamped his hand onto her hips. He pushed her back against the grass field and sucked her, his mouth doing things she'd not even imagined writing. Madhu wasn't going to let him go unrewarded. She tongued him and alternated between rapidly swallowing his cock to slow dancing licks followed by suckling his crown with her lips.​