Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

The morning dawned with a darkened sky and his lovely Madhu cuddled up by his side. The only thing that could have made his life even more perfect was when Madhu stirred and looked up at him with her lovely brown eyes, "I love you, Arn."

"Honey, if Dipankar doesn't find you in the bed what will he think?" asked Arnab.

"He would think I had gone for morning walk," she replied in a cool voice, "But, you now must get me out of your room safely without seeing anybody."

She further said, "Arn, one thing I wonder, why that little tribal teen couldn't feel any pain when she took your entire big penis inside her whereas I felt pain for three days."

"There lies the difference between her and you. You are a city woman whereas she is a tribal girl, the endurance of pain is in her gene, in her bloodline because she is a tribe but you are not," explained Arnab.

"But I did a mistake by not giving you a particular herb which acts as a birth controlling pills to a woman because I had only one which I gave to Sankiri, the tribal teen for chewing before fucking her (He didn't reveal to her that a large stock of herbs was available with Bhaskar but he cannot ask him because he will doubt). In near future, I will try to collect more of this herb before fucking you," he said.

"Suppose by this time, I will get pregnant, then?" she asked.

"Then, proudly, I will declare before all family members that I have impregnated you," Arnab said in a confident voice.

"Arn, I love you more and more," she said and kissed him on his lips frantically.

Because of her menstrual cycles, Sumini, the tribal teen had been staying in the secluded hut till her period was over. Even she had completed her confinement of extra seven days after over of her period days. In that morning, Sumini had been working very hard, cleaning her little home. Then she took the broom and swept out the hut, next he dusted, lit the wood charcoal burner, warmed some milk, and thought, "Tomorrow there will be no milk to warm up as she would leave" She began peeling onions and potatoes. Soon her eyes started smarting and, pausing for a few moments and glancing round the quiet hut, she became aware again that she was alone. Sumini was still a virgin. She had seen only 18 winters in the harsh rugged moors. Never a boy's kiss on her ruby red lips. This past spring she'd been touched by the monthly cycle of women.

She was waiting for her mother Deoli to bring her something to eat. But her mother had not come yet. The end of Spring and the advent of summer was moving in the air her, then, suddenly she came out of the hut without even waiting to put on her one piece of cloth. Something outside was calling her in the most demanding way, and she headed for the steep little narrow path behind the hut and she found herself rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow.

"This is fine!" she said to herself, "This is better than staying inside the hut!"

The sun shone hot on her naked black body, soft breezes caressed her face, and after living alone for so long in the community hut, the singing of happy birds sounded to her almost like a piece of music. The joy of living and the delight of post-spring and advent of summer made her jump into the air, and she raced across the meadow until she reached the hedge on the further side. She had stayed here for extra seven days after completion of her menstrual cycles as per the law of the jungle. Her pussy had been dried off before 7 days, tomorrow, she would leave the community hut and go for her home, she was very happy to leave this desolate place at last. She could see rabbits jumping near the hedges.

Sumini proceeded along the side of the hedge, jeering at the other rabbits as they peeped from their holes to see what the noise was about when they heard her footsteps. She rambled busily here and there through the meadows, along the hedges, and through stands of trees. Everywhere she found birds building, flowers budding, leaves growing, everything happy and busy. And instead of having an uneasy conscience bothering her she somehow only felt how wonderful it was to be here in this wonderful atmosphere to put a finger inside her pussy, she didn't know the reason why she was feeling horny but it always happened after the completion of her period's cycles. She thought her happiness would be completed when she would masturbate herself.

She inserted one finger up inside her pussy and held it. She then plunged two fingers deep, and she moaned. Sumini fingerfucked herself slowly, pausing every other stroke to brush and circle her clit with her thumb. Savage pleasure danced over her skin. She was hot and not just from the temperature outside on this warm day. She burned from the inside out, and only a man who could so skillfully manipulate her flesh could put out the flame. Again, and again, he touched inside her, finally crooking a finger to rub the sensitive pad of nerves behind her pubic bone. Her G-spot. A wild trembling set up in her thighs, and she stretched out her arms to grip the branch of the tree where she was sitting. She was fingering inside her open labia. She lifted her hips to give her finger better access. She was turning into a love-sick sex machine, her pussy, sending shock waves of pleasure through her system only to drift to a sensuous lave that had her simmering for an orgasm. She drove another finger inside her as her cunt began to vibrate.

She came, riding his finger, sobbing for more. Her pussy creamed and throbbed.

Then Sumini saw her mother coming towards the hut from the jungle with two leafy bowls full of Bananas, Tendus, mangoes, oranges, pineapples, and custard apples. Deoli reached near her and found her daughter masturbating frantically.

"Sumini, my dear daughter, what's are you doing here?" Sumini heard her mother laughing.

"Mother, I felt itch inside my pussy so I was putting my finger inside and the water inside has already come out," she said.

"Ok, ok," Deoli nodded her head.

"Help me to keep these fruits inside the hut," she said to her daughter.

Deoli realized she had to find her daughter a husband soon. A man with a sturdy cock to take the edge off her skittishness and anchor her with healthy children. Deoli realized her daughter was now fit to get a cock inside her pussy, she would tell her husband to find a suitable boy from the neighbor village for marriage, or she would wait for the next festival so that Sumini could choose a boy.

"Sumini, I will return after sometimes, bringing your lunch," said Deoli.

"OK, Mother," replied Sumini.

After the departure of her mother, she went out and thought to take a bath in the river. Sumini was the cleanest of creatures. Almost every day, she would hie away to the nearby bank of the river and bathe her luscious body until sparkling clean. She would wash and brush her long black hair almost every day. She stared out across the river, to the safe land on the other side. Yes, it was safe there, near those big rocks. The river looked much wider now. Yes, it had crept over its banks and spread far across that plain. Far away crossing her village.

In the far distance, Bhaskar could see a narrow river gorge ran between two gently rising mountain ridges. Today's sun had already risen above the mountain ridge, leaving behind a spectacular display of red sunshine above the sharp geometry of rock formations. Overhead, a rare saker falcon wheeled lazily against the blue sky above. Perched on a boulder across the river, a stork looking for fish, the rush of water over stones offering harmony to his plaintive tune. Behind him, a herd of mountain sheep scrambled over terraces where crops would grow when spring runoff overflowed a streambed winding through the valley floor. A single-track scratched the baked earth of the valley floor, paralleling the riverbed. Bhaskar was watching his daughter-in-law. Ashmita didn't always have to see him know that he was there. Sometimes she could just sense him, feel the weight of his stare, aware his eyes were on her as she was removing the pebbles.

He knew her routine way of searching, timing it right to catch her as she passed by. Under ordinary circumstances, Ashmita would've found it creepy, if not alarming. But she knew him. He was not only the best friend of her father-in-law but like her father-in-law, someone who had always been in the background of her life since she had come to Mukherjee household as a new bride, as much a part of the scenery as the mountains and river.

This morning as she stopped to catch her breath, she spied him through the corner of her eyes. He was standing on the other side of the river searching thoroughly each rock and pebbles. She placed both hands on her hips, stared at him. He stood motionless a few feet from the rushing rapids. He didn't attempt to communicate, not even so much as a raised hand. On any other day, she might've glanced in his direction, never slowing her pace, taking the path away from the river, forgetting about him altogether. On this particular morning, she couldn't say why she chose to stop and stare. But she did. She couldn't look away. It was as though there was some outside force at work pulling her toward him. She didn't believe in coincidences, but rather she believed all things were tied together for one reason or another. And whether Ashmita liked it or not, she was tied to him.

She stepped closer, stopping two feet from the edge of the riverbank. The river roared past, the sound of its raging rapids a constant white noise. Across the river the Blue Ridge Mountains loomed, the trees hemorrhaging red and orange leaves. Ashmita took another step closer. Her legs sank in the mud. There was something in his hand, something small. She was mistaken. There was something on his hand, some kind of stone. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, his legs soaked to midthigh from wading in the water. But he didn't flinch. She knew this about him. No, he was a searcher. Her heart ricocheted inside her chest.

"Papa, I see you, what did you get?" she called, but the river's rapids drowned her voice.

He was coming towards her with a jubilant face. He reached near her and said, "Ashmita, see it. I found this stone; it is called tourmaline stone"

"Waaaooo, papa. Congratulation, today is good for us," Ashmita said and inspected the stone from his hand.

"Let me search carefully if any luck is in favor of me," she smiled at him.

Wisps of hair escaping Ashmita's headscarf were only a shade darker than dried mud; long-lashed eyes sombrely returning her gaze towards the blue of a hot summer sky. At least the face in the water was unmarred by scar or cleft palate, her body under work-stained clothing whole and hardened to strenuous labor. Ashmita explored every inch of the region of the riverbed, dragging every rock and pebbles from the sand. Ashmita's searching gaze had finally spotted what she'd been seeking. She succeeded in doing was to unearth a small green stone that had all of its pieces soldered together with rust and inside of which there was the hollow resonance of an enormous stone-filled gourd.

"Papa, see this what I have found," Ashmita cried.

Bhaskar came near to her, took the stone from her, and exclaimed, "It is green tourmaline. Bravo, my girl! Really, today is the best day for us. Carry on my girl."

Bhaskar continued watching her, then said, "Ashmita, I am a bit relaxed, I am going ahead. Don't worry if I am late. I will search in that part of the bank of the river where are a lot of pebbles strewn around. You continue to search this part of the area."

"OK, Papa," Ashmita nodded her head with consent.

He turned and walked up the bank, disappeared behind the rocks.

Bhaskar wandered along, by the edge of the river. When he was tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him. He had left Ashmita quite far behind. As he sat on the grass and looked across the river, a community hut (Bachelor's hut) above the opposite bank caught his eye. Dreamily, he began thinking what a nice snug house it would make for a city person who wanted a riverside residence, above flood level and far away from noise and dust. As he gazed, something small a tiny black image of a human being seemed to alight from the cottage and coming down towards the nearest bank of the river. He couldn't guess whether it was a male tribe or a female tribe from distance. Then he saw down in the river behind some big rocks the human being vanished. He decided to go ahead with curiosity.

He approached near the big rocks and peeped behind the rocks.

He could see a small black frame in the middle of the river water was swimming, and the small image when swimming towards him, the face began gradually to grow up around it, like a frame around a picture. Bhaskar squinted as he approached near the rocks, the sun was bright and the rays strong. A shape up high in the middle of the water caught him off guard. It wasn't right. His throat dried up, and his stomach twisted. A black little face, a girl, a beautiful naked tribe teen was swimming towards him and she waved her hands towards him. He was a recognized face in tribes, the teen must have recognized him but he must know who was she? Frantic, he began to approach her.

Sumini was swimming alone in the river like a black mermaid. A sweet wind was whipping the splashes of water against her face; and there was the water, rushing past the river; and there was the distant shore, and there was the small hut above where again she would go back; there was the tree near the hut, then she could see the white figure approaching near the rocks. It must be Sahib. Sumini always liked the two Sahibs (Arnab & Bhaskar). They were totally different from her tribal males. She liked their fair skins unlike the skin of her father, brothers, and other male tribes. She thought it was the opportunity to speak with him, she swam nearer to him.

When he saw her, she waved her hands towards him. Sumini was startled out of her daydream. She defensively squatted down like an animal at bay and looked all about for other people nearby. No, just Sahib with the handsome face she had ever seen. From his words and his appearance, he was a man of quality unlike other males of her tribe. Bhaskar noticed the sunlight behind the girl outlined her legs and hips to make it appear that she was naked. The proud back, the curved ass cheeks, Bhaskar licked his lips at the sight. Bhaskar stood and walked quietly to the river's edge.

"Hey! Hey! what are you doing here alone?" he screamed, his voice thick with shock.

She looked back at him over her shoulder, she was approaching towards the shore, near him, her hands clinging to her breasts, she was floating now in waist-deep water, she was not inclined to come out of the water as her crotch area would be visible to him, a clever girl. No words came out as she opened and closed her mouth, her eyes wide, her head shaking from left to right and back, over and over. In a few seconds, Bhaskar was on the shore, just a few feet near her. Bhaskar slowed as he approached her, catching his breath, trying quickly to calm himself, to think straight. She must have been in her eighteen, he approached her cautiously. He felt self-conscious, inadequate, he was out of his breath. depth. He stopped a couple of meters away, careful not to infringe on her need to be alone.

Bhaskar didn't understand what was happening. A huge lump in his throat formed as he struggled to find words. He hadn't seen any tribal teen completely naked from so close quite a long time and this vision of feminine beauty had truly stunned him. The tension in the air was instant as he stood there, dumbly gawking at the naked teen. Still, that wavering reflection was nothing like the smooth black tresses, oval features, and almond-shaped dark eyes of her, who was the embodiment of captive beauties.

"I'm Bhaskar' he said, 'What's your name?" the words came out calmly and slowly despite the adrenaline rushing through his blood.

She remained quiet, her face petrified, "I know you. You are Sahib."

"What's your name?" again he asked.

"Sumini," she whispered.

"Ok Sumini, nice to meet you. Do you live in the hut here?" he rambled, desperately trying to sound casual, while feeling the rhythmical beat of his heart in his throat.

He tried to think of something to connect them, to mingle with her, to show her she was not alone.

"Can you tell me the name of your father or mother?" he further asked her.

She looked up, her eyes were a beautiful deep black, the kind that probably always look glittering.

"I am the daughter of Deoli, I stayed in the hut due to my period cycle. Tomorrow would be my last day. My mother would come after some time with my lunch," she said.

"Ohhh...now, I remember you. I have seen you as a little kid and always I used to give you chocolates. Do you remember? Now, you have grown into a big woman," he smiled.

"Yes, Sahib, I remember. Do you have chocolates now? Can you give me?" she said and giggled.

"Sure," he said and picked out one big chocolate from his backpack.

"Have any boy or any man approached you for fucking? Have you seen a male's cock ever?" asked Bhaskar.

Sumini shook her head, she smiled a disarming smile, then shook her head, to indicate she was not, her black hair sweeping her shoulders as she twitched. She said nothing, just a blank stare, her long lashes fluttering over her cup, her silence spoke volumes, her education from her mother had given her the rare quality of weighing-up a carefully formulated reply to a tricky question, an answer that would make him realize she was streets ahead of him.

The puzzled look on his face gave away his racing mind, finally, she put him out of his misery, then she spoke, "Not in the sense if you mean sliding on a man's greasy pole, but I do put my finger inside my pussy when I feel itch inside, in fact, my mother knows about this and permitted to do this which I have been doing for the last 2 years."

Wow! Bhaskar thought, more grown-up than he imagined, to hear her say that and see her saying it, was powerful enough to cause some men to erupt in their pants.

"So, you're still, Virgin? Don't you want fucking?" asked Bhaskar.

She felt shy which was natural, she dropped her eyes and remained silent for few seconds. Then she raised her eyes and whisper, "For that, I have to ask my mother as I am still a virgin."

Now it was his face that glowed with a pinkish tinge, he had to smile, here he was approaching a tribal teen for a fuck, and only finding out she had to take permission from her mother.

"I think you should do that Sumini. It will mean so much to you in your married life, having a lot of children by your husband, Sumini,' he spoke her purposefully, repeatedly.

He edged closer, holding eye contact and reading her body language for the smallest of signs of fear, tensed muscles, or the slightest shift in position.

"Do you like me, Sumini?" he asked.

"I always like a white person. I like you more than any males of my tribe although you are older than my father," she said with a smile.

"I'm going to offer you my hand Sumini. Will you take it? We can go to that side of the river where nobody could see us and I will give you more chocolates," he said and pointed out an area where the river water had entered in a hidden manner surrounded by small rocks of 5 feet height with waist-deep water.

"Will you take my hand, Sumini?" he repeated his request.

She nodded slowly. Her trembles softened and her shoulders slumped a little. The whites of her eyes were less prominent and a little more color in her cheeks. Sumini accepted his outstretched hand and they exchanged nods to mark their readiness. Bhaskar heaved her over the water with the kind of strength he only possesses in these moments of romantic like a superman. The tribal teen stood there in all her glory, her small breasts perked straight up, and they ended in delicately small, black nipples. Her brownie-black-colored torso shimmered beautifully with falling water that followed it down to slender, toned legs. Her thighs were utterly glorious though as he gazed at them, his eyes fell on the most glorious sight of all. She had just the slightest patch of auburn and black hair between her legs just above her vagina. Sumini was a comely lass; her body firm of muscle and shockingly curved in feminine perfection. Her long shining black tresses were her crowning glory. Her beauty was such that her presence in these humble surroundings seemed distressingly odd.

Bhaskar held her tight. Bhaskar put his arm around her and felt her tremble against him. His arms wrapped around her vice-like, their bodies heaving as they shivered together under the oppressive sun. It was her first touch of a male on her virgin body and she felt a strange sensation throughout her body and after a long time, Bhaskar was also touching a virgin teen, his cock had become rock-hard and was throbbing inside his shorts. Both of them approached the small river basin. She was feeling very shy as she was completely naked before him.

The moment they reached the small basin of the river surrounded by rocks, a hidden place from outsiders, she jumped into the water to hide her crotch area in the waist-deep water. She was standing in the water stark naked with her hair cascading down almost to the river water itself. Bending over to crystal clear water, Bhaskar could see her strong sensuous legs, her ass cheeks stretched tautly, her tantalizing black bush peeking between her sensuous and deep ass crack. This was the view that Bhaskar spied as she was standing in the river basin. His pulse raced as he took in the sight. The ruby red lips, the sultry eyes, the delectable ass, and the strong muscular legs. For some reason, Sumini's heart was beating faster, and her virginal pussy began to brim over with her sweet syrup. Bhaskar handed her another chocolate which she grabbed immediately and started to gulp.

"Sumini, would you allow me to touch your pussy?" asked Bhaskar.

"Yes, but I would not allow you to fuck me unless I inform my mother with her permission," said Sumini innocently.

"Don't worry! I will not fuck you," assured Bhaskar.

Bhaskar put his hand down between her legs and was surprised that the touch of his finger matched up with the sight of the beautiful petite girl made her squirt right into his palm. Sumini was surprised when Sahib came close to her and leaned in to sniff her hair and her body. Bhaskar reached out and cupped Sumini's firm bosom. Tenderly he rolled the nipple and looked closely into Sumini's beautiful eyes. Sumini could see Sahib was flustered. But she also saw the tell-tale sign of sudden sexual excitement. A yearning very similar to her own.

" Sahib, take off that dress and come join me in the water. It will cool you off straight away. Where's the harm. I am already without my cloth," the innocent teen said without realizing the consequences.

Bhaskar needed, no further invitation. He quickly stripped off the dress. He didn't see any reason for modesty himself, and so he tore off his shorts and T-shirt and chased her into the clear water of the basin. He came closer to her intentionally so that she could witness his enormous penis. With her bewildering eyes, first time in her life, Sumini was amazed to see a grown-up male's penis. She had seen the small penis of tribal boys before. But it was so big, like a giant, a long and thick black meaty object with a pinkish purple head like a plum fruit surrounded by thick black and grey hairs. Sumini was further amazed to find two balls that resembled pomegranates under his big cock. As he stood naked Sumini walked around him a few times admiring his body and pointing to his dick. She had a lot of giggling going on as she paid particular attention to his groin area and it made him feel that maybe she was watching a cock for the first time.

She wanted to inspect it and said, "Sahib, can I touch it?"

Bhaskar smiled and said, "Sure, it is all yours."

Immediately Sumini reached beneath his legs and with a firm grip grasped the root of his stiff penis and pulled it forward into full view. She peeled back his foreskin. Even though the cold water would normally have dampened his ardor when she peeled back his foreskin and washed his end very, very gently, his cock came up like the duty stallion. She thought this was quite wonderful

"Wow!" she exclaimed, "It's so stiff and hard, does it hurt you?" she asked.

"No, it doesn't hurt," he said, "it creates a kind of aches."

"I like the way it feels," she added, running her fingers up and down the rigid shaft, "like real hard and silky, especially the head, it's really shiny and wet and look," she said, playing her fingers over the tip, "there's water coming out of the little hole and it's real slippery, why is that?"

"It's just because boys and men get a special kind of feeling when they are near pretty girls like you," he answered and added, "It's just nature's way of making boys and girls like each other in a special way."

"But I've seen boys before, and their things are little and soft. why is your pee thing so big and hard? Can't you make it small?" She questioned.

Sumini kept holding Bhaskar's penis in a tight grip, intently looking at the stiff shaft and especially the shiny tip, which constantly wept clear fluid.

She added, "And why is it really wet all the time? Why does it do that? Can't you make it stop?" She queried.

"Sumini, I'll explain, OK?" he stammered.

"The reason is, that when males are so close to a female's special place like we are now, it's just natural for it to get really hard and stiff, just like it is now," Bhaskar answered.

"But Sahib, I still don't understand, why is he, it so hard? What's the reason?" she questioned.

"Because, when a male and a girl have very special feelings for each other they want to be real close, and because of that the female has a special place where a man puts his hard thing inside her pee hole," he answered.

"You mean inside here? That's what I know which is called fucking. My mother has already trained me," she said, as she pointed her pussy, then she exclaimed, "How could that ever fit in here, I have a small pussy, Sahib? It's too big!"

"Don't worry, you will see yourself how the entire cock will smoothly enter inside your pussy if your mother allows me to fuck you? This big thing will enter easily inside your pussy," explained Bhaskar.

As her puffy sex came into view Bhaskar thought he would faint as it was from a very close view. The soft brown hair that covered her sex muffin just barely concealed her moist pink slit, and as she ran her fingers through her pubic hair, he could just see the hint of her clitoris, hidden just beneath the folds of her vulva.

"Look at this," Sumini said, as she playfully grasped the root of his engorged penis and pulled the foreskin up to the top, creating a fleshy ring just below the ruby red tip, "There's more water coming out of the little hole and it's got my naval all wet."

Sumini dragged the swollen head of Bhaskar's penis against her pubic hair. At that Sumini pressed his shaft against her privates and while slowly rotating her hips forward, she held the rigid shaft of Bhaskar's erect penis tightly against her swollen pink slit. Because she was closely standing opposite him, her legs were spread akimbo; it parted her sex, creating a warm and wet groove, in which she now pressed against Bhaskar's thick hard shaft.

"Oh... Sahib, I like the way it feels when I rub myself up and down your hard thing. Look how hard and stiff it gets when I hold it against my "flower," I mean everybody says it pussy but I call it a flower," she said.

Bhaskar was close to out of it. Sumini kept on rambling, almost moaning but with childlike innocence about her sex, her female thing, and talking about his sex, his penis, how hard it felt, how wet and warm her "flower" was, how funny it felt, how tingly and "itchy" and good it felt. Oh God, Bhaskar thought to himself, this may be the point of no return.

As Bhaskar looked on, Sumini continued to rotate her hips over and up and down his shaft. The sight was exquisitely erotic. Bhaskar could see a clear view of Sumini's waist, slender and trim as only a teen can be, her flat stomach blending into a perfect vee of Venus, framed by flawless thighs, which now held him securely in place. Each time Sumini dropped and rotated her groin he could feel her tight little vulva area brush his cock and balls and caress his legs. They were velvet smooth. The sexy sight of her pouty little pussy lips moving over his penis, the swollen head almost vanishing from view into the soft pussy hair was putting him very near the edge.

"OK, now, let us play," said Sumini.

Sumini cast a glance down at his cock and smiled. "Would you like to go for a swim?" she asked, "The weather seems so nice."

Then two of them ran laughing inside the river basin, holding hands. It was so relaxing to be so carefree and happy with a teen. Sumini also felt her friends never played with her like this. They were far too reserved and ladylike. They ended up playing like children splashing each other and even playing touch tag. At one point they collided in the water and spent a few seconds in each other's arms. Despite the water being a bit chilly, he could feel the warmth of her breasts as they pressed against his chest. He was so tempted to kiss her but he held his patience.

The water was perfectly smooth, and crystal clear like glass.

Maybe Sumini wanted him to kiss her just so she could confirm he wanted to. Maybe she wanted him to like her more so she could decide whether or not she wanted to be closer with him (It was a love feeling of Sumini towards Bhaskar. Tribes have no love and romantic feelings but Sumini was feeling). The cool water felt sharp and shivery on her sunburned skin. Sumini leaned back against the infinity edge, and Bhaskar waded toward her, Sumini thought he was going to kiss her, but he just leaned against the edge, too, facing the other way, looking out.

When the playing was over, they walked back up the sandy shore, so they could both lay back and dry off in the sun, they both sank on the sand. Bhaskar lay down beside her without a single word more. He put his hand on Sumini and let his fingers explore all the secret places of her body. Her tiny boobs and button-like nipples, the flat tummy, and the black hairy patch that covered her dampened slit... As he looked over at her with her tantalizingly gorgeous breasts pointing skyward, his schlong, which had shriveled up a bit in the water sprang to life once more. Bhaskar was breathing rapidly and felt his emotions rise as his hard rock cock was rising straight above the sky. She glanced over at it and giggled.

"Sahib, I am feeling itch here," she pointed inside her pussy.

He touched her pussy and felt her vagina brimmed over and her pussy juice ran down the inside of her leg. Bhaskar was a bit hesitant performing his next move as he thought she was a virgin and when he overcame his fears and penetrated his finger near little bush, his fears were well-founded. Even though she was in ecstasy, having his finger buried deep inside of her, the fear of reprisals by her family as per the law of jungle still worried him, he couldn't fuck her without her will. She cried out a little when his middle finger first forced its way in but soon, she was moving her ass around and arching her back as if to say "let's get on with it."

Bhaskar began to go in and out slowly, not wanting to hurt her, but she'd obviously be waiting for this experience and she moved up and down on his finger at the same time, urging him on to pick up the pace. In the end, he was pounding her pussy through his finger as though there was no tomorrow, which of course, could have been true in the circumstances. Sumini was breathing rapidly as Bhaskar touched her pale black body all over. Her ass cheeks clenched tightly as her juices rose to the lips of her swollen womanhood. She closed her eyes and felt Bhaskar roll over on top of her as she imagined a young lover would cover his betrothed. She felt Bhaskar's strong hands rub tantalizingly over her smaller and less voluptuous boobs with their hard button nipples in full arousal. Sumini forced her legs to open as she received his hand onto her pulsating pelvic area. Sumini felt his hand against her dark black bush. The thought had never crossed her mind about sex, Bhaskar realized she was a young woman now, with sexual urges, and as with all adults, she needs to have them attended to.

Suddenly, Sumini stopped, raised, and knelt again in front of Bhaskar on her knees, "Sahib, my girl thing feels really strange like it hurts but in a strange way, look, Sahib, it's really wet and my little bud above (referring to her clitoris) is all pooched out. Oh, Goddess Masambango! it feels so good when you touch it, Oh Sahib, please touch it, please!"

With that, Sumini moved deliberately forward, placing her sex just about an inch from Bhaskar's mouth. Bhaskar grabbed hold of her, shoved her back on the sandy shore, and buried his face between her legs. Bhaskar needed no more inducement. He teased her with very gentle quick flicks of his tongue and then he'd pause, causing her to move her bum around as if to say, "don't stop, keep on sucking me."

Bhaskar, by this time, was on auto-pilot, by reflex he reached behind Sumini with his left hand, and cupping her sweet young ass pulled her body forward and plunged his tongue through her soft pussy hair straight into her moist pink cleft. At the same time, with his right hand, he traveled up her waist and stomach until his hand came to one of her ripe young breasts. She whimpered a little as his tongue playfully danced all over her tits, and then, trailing it down past her navel to her moist groove, he opened up her pink petals with his fingers and sucked on them gently. At this point, she whimpered a lot. His mind rolled into sexual euphoria as he rolled her turgid little nipples between his fingers. By instinct, he moved his tongue in and out of her slot, going left to right, kissing her pussy lips, flicking her clitoris, sucking the cartilage at the vee of her thighs, and drinking the warm balm that now wept constantly from her female place. The strong female genital taste and odors only put him further into a sexual daze. He licked the hair around her flower, stuck his tongue into her warm lubricated groove, and then he started to zip it around those soft velvet lips to make her cum.

When she did, she let out a big shout and he heard her voice, "Ooooh."

Even though she'd cum twice in a very short time Bhaskar wanted his turn and he wanted it bad.

"Sahib...yes, oh yes... that feels so good... Oh yes... yes...put your tongue there again... Oooh... Oh, Sahib... Oh..." she moaned and choked almost incoherently.

This went on for maybe ten minutes and then Sumini moved back and Bhaskar let his head loll back on the sand, his tongue aching and his face all wet and sticky from Sumini's ministrations.

He had hardly caught his breath when Sumini slid off his mouth, and with her long black hair cascading forward, grasped his long stiff penis by the root, and pouted, "Sahib, look at him, he's so stiff and hard and his tip is so shinny and swollen, I think he needs some attention. As you sucked me, I must suck yours," she said.

And with that, she brought the tip of his throbbing penis to her mouth, resting the swollen tip against her lower lip. Bhaskar was trembling like a leaf. Bhaskar was still a bit worried about the arrival of her mother but as she leaned over and took it between her lips, he thought at least he would die happy. Sumini seemed to have magic fingers and an even more magical tongue. Her long black hair, still damp, hung down and tickled his groin as she absorbed him completely in her lovely mouth. Keeping the tip of his penis firmly against her lower lip, she slowly moved her tongue all over the tip and then darting and rasping her tongue back and forth over the sensitive underside of the engorged head of his manhood.

Bhaskar shuddered and winced as he felt the tell-tale tickle of pre-cum as it leaked from his aching member. Sumini looked up at Bhaskar through misty eyes, and with a mischievous look took the head of his penis fully into her mouth. Never once losing eye contact with Bhaskar she closed her lips around the ridge of his swollen pink helmet and began to work it in her mouth. Ever so gently she bathed it in the warm balm of her mouth, lolling her tongue all over the mushroom-like head, tickling the little hole, and intermittently giving it a little suck. At the same time, with her right hand, she kept jacking the taught foreskin up and down his erect shaft while cupping his balls in her left.

At this point, Bhaskar could no longer stand the pressure, so gently grasping Sumini's face in both hands he slowly pushed her back and said, "Sumini, you've got to slow down, if you don't, you'll make me come."

Still holding his shiny saliva-coated penis in her hand Sumini retorted, "What do you mean by "come" Sahib? What happens when you come?" she added, "And look your pee organ is so hard I can feel your heartbeat in it. please show me what "coming" means, please!"

"Sumini, there comes a point where I can't hold back anymore, and then some milky white liquid like cream will come out of the little hole at the end of my penis. You almost made me come when you were kissing and sucking my penis," Bhaskar answered with a trembling voice.

"I want to see it come. what do I do? Play with it like this?" Sumini firmly stated, "Or should I put it in my mouth like before, like this?"

As Sumini directly put the glistening head back to her lips.

"Sweetheart, just do like you did before and I'll warn you just before I come. You'll know I'm coming when my balls get really tight. Please honey, just pull it out of your mouth when I warn you, "he explained to her.

Immediately, Sumini began jacking his foreskin up and down and at the same time began moving her mouth not only over the sculptured head but also moved her lips further down his shaft. In moments, she began the smooth rhythms of oral sex, massaging his glans with her tongue and moving her lips over Bhaskar's rigid throbbing shaft. The feeling was exquisite. Bhaskar gently played with her breasts and nipples as Sumini worked his erect shaft. As she pleasured him, she never once took her eyes off Bhaskar. He knew she was soon to capture his soul, in fact, sooner than he thought. Almost without warning, a sensual tingling rolled through his legs and thighs and up through his groin, bathing his sex in a warm glow. He knew it wouldn't be so long. The second wave of sensual pleasure coursed through his body, flowing from the root of his sex up through the swollen tip, which was firmly lodged in the warm confines of Sumini's mouth.

Sumini sensed something was near as Sahib's balls had retracted fully into his groin and since Sumini had not for an instant taken her eyes off Bhaskar, she could see his expression had changed. He almost had a grimace-like pain and his jaw was clenched. Deep in his psyche, Bhaskar knew that the next wave would be the first spasm of climax as he could sense the tremendous pressure of his semen waiting for release in the burning root of his sex. Within seconds he could feel the first contraction begin, burning sexual fire moved up through his penile shaft as his groin knotted in sexual pain.

He waited until the very last microsecond, let out an animalistic grunt, and almost screamed, "Sumini, ahhhhh! I'm - I'm going to come!"

Sumini pulled back about a foot, still firmly holding his burning shaft, her eyes now riveted on the swollen ruby red tip whose little hole was now fully open and plugged with saliva. She felt his penis pulse in her hand and instantly a dollop of thick white cream welled up and oozed from the tip, part of it stringing down her finger as she deliberately jacked his shaft harder.

"Ahhhhh god, here it comes baby," Bhaskar grunted and moaned incoherently, "Ohhhh Yaaaaah!"

This time Sumini was caught by surprise because this time Sahib's penis spasmed violently, his whole body bucked, and instantly a long jet of a thick milky cream shot from the plum-shaped crown of his penis, bathing Sumini's breasts with a thick strand of creamy semen. A split second later a second convulsion hit, Bhaskar screamed as another long jet of creamy hot semen shot out of his engorged penis, laying a long pearlescent thread of cream from Sumini's cheek to nipple.​