Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

Although Bhaskar was in the throes of sexual climax, he was still in touch with reality at some point. What Sumini did next just about blew his mind, she took his throbbing penis into her mouth just as the third knot of sexual fire knotted the root of his sex sending the next shot of warm ejaculate up through his burning penis directly into her mouth. Sumini viciously worked her mouth over his spurting organ, licking, sucking, and tonguing his throbbing organ. Bhaskar ejaculated no less than six more times and still, Sumini mouthed his sex.

Finally, she withdrew his spent sex from her mouth and asked, in a most innocent and coquettish manner, "Did you come, Sahib? Is that what it's like to come?"

"Oh sweetheart, did I ever?" Bhaskar moaned, his heart beating like a hammer.

"Wow, Sahib, I never dreamed so much cream would come out when you came. Why was there so much, Sahib?" she queried.

"It's just because you got me so hot, I've never come like that before," Bhaskar answered, "God, what a sexy little fox. I'm going to want some more of this."

"You just about blew my mind Sumini. I thought you just wanted to see what it was like to see a male comes. Why did you put my love thing in your mouth when I was coming? Weren't you afraid?" Bhaskar asked.

"Didn't you like it, Sahib? I liked knowing it was making you crazy. I just knew it each time your cock swelled and cream came in my mouth you were in heaven. I just wanted to make you happy," she answered.

Then Sumini stood up, gave Bhaskar a sweet little peck on the forehead, and went to the other side of the basin to collect her one piece of cloth which was lying on the sandy shore of the river near the big rock. She returned, washed in the water of the basin. In moments she reappeared with her damp one-piece cloth, and with loving tenderness wiped Bhaskar's face and body with the damp cloth. She paid particular attention to his now flaccid penis and ball sack.

"Look Sahib," she said, as she held his penis in her soft hand, "he's so cute when he's little. I think I'm going to give him a little kiss."

With that, she bent down and began to give his tool little love pecks up and down the shaft. Bhaskar felt a stirring in his loins as he felt the beginning of a new erection. Sumini felt it too and marveled as his penis slowly grew in her hand. She gently played with the tip with her thumb and forefinger, kneading and pulling his foreskin until the shaft was fully stiff again. As she slowly jacked his penile shaft, she couldn't take her eyes off the shiny pink head, which was now fully engorged. Without warning, she again put his aching penis back in her mouth.

"Oh baby, what are you doing to me?" Bhaskar moaned.

"Our stiff little bird has some work to do," Sumini teased, "And I have a little nest that I know he's just going to love."

Sumini stood up and straddled Bhaskar's legs, resting on her knees directly over Bhaskar's lap. His rock-hard penis standing straight up, the swollen and glistening tip jumping with Bhaskar's every heartbeat. At this point, Sumini took full control. With her left hand, she grasped the root of his shaft, with her right hand reached between her legs, and slowly parted the pink folds and lips of her vulva. This view was almost more than Bhaskar could bear. A primal view of the absolute power of the female sex over the male. The hourglass-shaped hips, the magical vee of her mons of Venus, is now fully exposed. He reveled in the erotic vision of her sweet little sex muffin, the cleft now opens allowing him that special view of her tiny clitoris which now protruded from its sheath, like a delicate little pearl.

"Oh God, I've never wanted to fuck someone this bad, put it in, put it in, please!" he thought to himself.

"Sumini, no, please. We cannot fuck. If your mother knows then she will inform Okato, the village chief then we will have a problem," cried Bhaskar.

"Sahib, don't worry! I am not going to insert your cock inside me. I will just touch and massage your cock over my pussy," she said with a smile.

Sumini then lowered her body until the shiny pink tip of Bhaskar's penis was just touching the cleft of her pussy lips. Jacking the foreskin up and down she would allow just the hint of contact with her vulva. This was exquisite torture for Bhaskar because he had a front seat view of the sexy action. Sumini would allow the just head of his penis to glaze her sex, and when she did, a clear string of vaginal juice would thread out to his penis tip. Oh God! it looked so sexy. In addition, almost with every jack of his foreskin more droplets of clear secretions would weep out of his gleans, oozing down over Sumini's delicate hand.

"Oh...Oh... I think my balls are going to break," he thought to himself, "If she keeps this up, I'm going to come."

At this point, the sexual tension was unbearable. Bhaskar was now partially supporting Sumini by her rib cage, cupping and massaging her full young breasts. Oh God, did he want to suck them! Sumini was just driving him crazy. Each time she would bring his aching penis in contact with her sweet lips, he would raise his body to make better contact, and Sumini would just lift herself out of reach. The sexy view of her pouty sex, the downy pussy hair weeping beads of lubricant was just too much to bear.

"Oh angel," he moaned, "Pull it, honey, oh baby love, make it come, jack it sweetheart!" he stammered.

"Oh, I think I know what he wants and I have the cure," Sumini intoned.

She riveted her eyes on the swollen head of Bhaskar's shaft. "He's all weepy, look, his little hole is all wet and making his head all slippery," Sumini kidded, as she ran her fingertip back and forth over the shiny, glistening head.

"I wonder if this will help," she whispered, and with that she lowered her body and again brought the tip of his penis right to the top of her slit, holding the base of the shaft against her wet vulva with the tip of Bhaskar's stiff shaft against her clitoris.

Sumini raked the bulbous head of his penis back and forth through her hot buttery slit, never once taking her eyes off Bhaskar's eyes, noting his every reaction to the sexy game she was playing. Both Sumini and Bhaskar were extremely aware of the sensations moving through their loins, Bhaskar by adult experience and Sumini by instinct. Already, this warm area was awash in warm sexual balm, Sumini's slit was already warm and slippery and Bhaskar's stiff penis was oozing pre-cum all over his balls and above her little pussy. Bhaskar held her tightly with encircling arms as he ground down hard into her pubic mound. He could not insert his cock inside her pussy without her consent as per the law of the jungle. The teen could have easily allowed him to fuck her as she was excited sexually but she couldn't do it as she needed permission from her mother. The friction of his cock alone on her vulva was all it took to bring Sumini to a shattering, shuddering climax. She wrapped her strong muscular legs around Bhaskar's hips and ass cheeks and hung on until her convulsions subsided.

Looking Bhaskar straight in the eyes, Sumini began to slowly move her hips forward and backward, moving her sex back and forth over Bhaskar's hard shaft, the warm groove coating his penis with a slippery sheen of vaginal secretion. Sumini kept moving her slit back and forth over his aching shaft - moving backward till his stiff shaft was almost released, and then slowly moving forward over his shaft till the shiny tip of his weeping penis almost disappeared from view. The sight of the swollen pink head of his penis, nestled firmly between her buttery slot of two legs, massaging from her vulva area to her ass hole, barely visible through her downy pubic hair almost made Bhaskar shoot his load right on the spot.

His balls were beginning to feel as if they were at boiling point. He could feel his sperm surging through his veins and then. accompanied by a big grunt, he shot his load above her mound area. As he looked down on the naked girl's body beneath her, Bhaskar kissed her closed eyelids tenderly and released his liquids in forceful squirts onto her throbbing pussy above her mons, her pubic hairs got drenched with the white liquid. Sumini squealed quite loudly and wrapped her legs around his and Bhaskar kept massaging his dick carefully on the above her vulva up and down as if he didn't want it to end. Bhaskar felt so at ease, so complete, so very satisfied that he had given pleasure to this teen. He guessed her orgasm must have been a good one.

"Do you feel itch now there?" he asked.

"No, now, I feel very peaceful there," she replied.

She was surprised to find her pubes sticky with white liquids.

"What's this? Again, your coming!" she asked.

"Babies are formed from this when it goes inside your pussy," explained Bhaskar.

"Oh...now I understand," she smiled.

"Sahib, my mother might be in the hut, I have to go," she said.

"Wait, I will also go with you. Sumini, you see, I have not fucked you. Fucking means inserting my cock inside your pussy which we have not done, so don't tell all the details to your mother what we have done here. Do you understand?" said Bhaskar.

The innocent teen nodded her head with consent and Bhaskar followed her. Deoli was surprised to find Bhaskar with her daughter. Deoli greeted Bhaskar with a smile. She had brought lunch for her daughter.

"Sahib, where did you find my daughter?" she asked.

"I found her in the river where she was taking her bath," replied Bhaskar.

Bhaskar would always keep chocolates for distribution among tribal children but along with this, he would also keep imitation jewelry like necklaces, earrings, and bangles to distribute among tribal women. But he wouldn't distribute those to all, he would only give to those young women and young girls who would be ready to be fucked by him secretly. Both Bhaskar and Arnab knew that these tribal women had too much weakness for jewelry which usually they would wear of iron and animal teeth. But the imitation jewelry made of cheap metals and plastics with a golden color and false stones of various colors brought by these two old men from Kolkata during their visit to the jungle occasionally would always fascinate all the tribal females of two villages. These two old gentlemen would lure them with these ornaments and fuck them secretly. Bhaskar picked up a pair of necklaces, earrings, and 4 nos of golden bangles from his backpack. Sumini was busy with her lunch. Bhaskar signaled Deoli to come outside.

"Deoli, these are the gifts for you," he said and handed over her the ornaments.

Deoli's face was beamed with joy and she clutched the hands of Bhaskar tightly to show her appreciation.

"Deoli, I need a favor from you," Bhaskar said.

"Anything, you say, Sahib, "she promised.

"Deoli, your youngest daughter Sumini has turned into a beautiful woman. I want to fuck your daughter," he said without hesitation.

Deoli thought for a moment, then said, "Today, morning, I was thinking about her. She has become mature enough to be fucked by a male and I was about to tell her father for searching a suitable boy with whom we should get her married off. She is still a virgin and she needs to be trained for fucking so that she could make her future husband happy with a lot of children. When I was a girl, you broke my seal before my marriage. Then you broke seals of my two daughters who are now married. So, it would be my privilege and it would be an honor for me that you break the seal of my youngest virgin daughter. I happily allow you to fuck her but before that, I have to take her consent and I have to guide her while you fuck her because I know you have a very big cock, bigger than our tribal males."

"I have to leave now as my daughter-in-law is waiting for me on the other part of the river. Tomorrow morning, again I will be at that place of the river. You get your daughter ready and inform me," said Bhaskar and left.

The next morning inside the hut, Sumini woke up to her mother's gentle touch on her cheek, her eyes fluttering open. Sumini opened her eyes then, smiling at her mother. Deoli, her mother was, by nature, very nurturing, very loving, and caring. And Sumini knew, even at her age, that she was very lucky. She knew, listening to her friends complain, that her mother wasn't like their mothers. Where theirs were impatient, her was calm, with nothing but time for her. Where their mothers were busy, her mother would always stop to hug her, wanting to know what was going on in her life. Her mother Deoli was warm and beautiful, and when Sumini grew up, she wanted to be like her. Sumini brought her gaze back to her face trying to make out her features in the daylight coming inside to hut. Her mother sat on the edge of the leafy bed, her hand coming up to her cheek. Deoli, her mother smiled down at her, moving her fingers into her hair, sifting through it, patient, loving.

Sumini, the teen smiled then, a lazy, tired smile, "I love you, mother."

"I love you too, honey," her mother replied.

Deoli, her mother continued to move her fingers through her hair, her nails teasing her scalp. The daylight from the two big holes on the wall of hut meant to be windows illuminated her most amazingly, showing Sumini only her silhouette, her dark hair hanging loose over her arm, her warm, black eyes black in the shadows. Sumini's gaze dropped, drawn to her mother's chest, to the shadowed outline of her breast, clearly visible beneath the sheer fabric, so soft and round and heavy, her nipple pushing against the thin material, drawing her attention. Deoli curled her fingers in her hair then, gathering it, pulling gently, then harder, making her eyes flutter closed.

"Like that, baby?" Deoli asked, her tone low and soft.

Sumini opened her eyes, nodding. Deoli released her and moved her hand back, again closing her fingers, tightening her grip, making Sumini moan.

"Feels wonderful," Sumini said, sounding lazy even to her ears.

Again, Deoli released her, and again she moved to a new spot, gathering her hair, closing it in her fist, squeezing. She allowed her hair to fall through her fingers then moved to push a lock of it behind her ear, drawing the tip of her finger over it. Sumini, the teen leaned into the touch, her gaze on hers. Deoli, the mother moved from her ear, her finger tracing her daughter's brow, her touch unbelievably soft, making her eyelids flutter closed. Deoli drew the finger down her daughter's nose then over her lips then down her chin, making her smile.

"That's a pretty smile. You are such a beautiful girl; Sahib would be very happy" Deoli whispered.

Deoli leaned forward then, pressing a kiss to her daughter's nose, then to her forehead, her lips lingering, in no hurry, allowing her time to breathe in her scent, to enjoy the closeness. It was pure motherly love to her daughter.

She pulled away slowly, again smiling down on her. Deoli cupped her cheek, "Sleep tight, angel?"

Sumini nodded. Still, she remained, her mother's thumb caressing her with the softest touch, "Close your eyes, sweetheart."

When Sumini opened them again, the hut was bathed in the light from the sun as the door was opened, leaving a wide band across the floor and onto her leafy bed, warming her. It was early in the day; no housework, not collecting any firewood from the jungle, nowhere to go, and nothing to worry about only relaxing in the community hut. Sumini stretched, yawning, groaning. Then she lay there another few minutes before rolling out of bed. She needed to pee. And she was hungry.

Deoli entered the hut, raised her arm, settling it over her shoulder, pulling Sumini to her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, "How did you sleep, sweetheart?"

Sumini squeezed her, nodding, her cheek against her breast, her scent combining with that of the fruits, "Mother. Thank you for bringing all these fruits, I was feeling hungry."

"You're welcome. Why don't you get something to drink, and grab the wine, Sahib would be happy to have drinks," her mother said.

"Sure, mother," Sumini replied.

Sumini took her mother's hand, bringing it to her lips, nodding, "I need him, Mother. I can't stop thinking about him. Yesterday afternoon, he met me on the riverbank while I was swimming in the river. He told me that he would talk to you. Did he talk with you, mother?"

For several long moments, Sumini stood there, holding her mother's gaze, holding her fingers to her lips, waiting, refusing to look away. And then Deoli, her mother exhaled, her head shaking, her gaze dropping, "Yes, he discussed with me regarding this matter. Thank our holly Deity, you have not told this thing to anybody but I cannot allow you with him alone, I will be also with you, I mean I will accompany you when he will fuck you," she whispered.

Sumini felt her stomach flutter.

"And trust me, sweetheart, you want your first time to be in a bed with him only but I have to guide you. You know, he has got a big cock and you are a small kid of mine and you are so soft, Deoli, " her mother said.

Sumini didn't reveal to her mother that she had already not only touched but sucked the big cock of Sahib. Sumini reached for her then, wrapping her arms around her neck, squeezing her as tight as she could, said, "Thank you, Mother."

She pushed Sumini away from her lovingly, reaching for her one piece of cloth, and said, "Take this off."

The idea of baring herself before her mother made her suddenly shy, but Sumini took a deep breath and lifted the thing over her head, lowering her hands to her sides, resisting the urge to cover herself.

Her gaze dropped, her head shaking. "Such a pretty young woman," she said, her tone soft. She surprised her then, lifting her hand, drawing the backs of her fingers over her nipple, making her shiver. "I had no idea that you have become so pretty," she whispered.

Deoli lowered her hand to her stomach, drawing a circle around her belly button with a fingertip, "Are you sure this is what you want with Sahib, baby? Remember, he is older than your father. He is like a grandfather to you and you are just like a small kid," she asked, her gaze coming up.

Sumini nodded.

She stood then, taking her hands in hers, gathering her attention, "You say no at any time, baby, and I promise you he'll stop."

Sumini nodded, her stomach full of butterflies. Deoli dropped her gaze to their linked hands, "Promise me something?" She brought her gaze back up and Sumini nodded, Deoli said, "Promise me you'll remember that this was your idea? That you wanted this?"

Sumini nodded, "I promise."

"And you're sure about this?" Deoli asked.

Sumini nodded.

Deoli smiled, her gaze moving down to her breasts then over her stomach, lingering a moment before coming back up.

"Remember, baby," she said, her tone low and husky, "Say no anytime you want. He'll love you just the same either way, as a male does to a female, I promise you."

Sumini nodded, knowing instinctively that she was right.

"OK, then you get yourself ready. I am going to fetch him here. After his arrival, serve him our homemade finest wine and massage his body with oil as today he is going to break your seal," said Deoli.

"OK, Mother," replied Sumini with a smile.

Deoli left.

Sumini nodded. And she watched her mother leave the hut, knowing that soon, very soon, her mother would return with Sahib, she would be laying naked with Sahib, that he would no longer see her as a little girl but rather as a woman. She would finally know what it felt like to have his hands on her, on her breasts, on her thighs. She would finally have him in her vagina.

Since Arnab and Madhu were not turning up continuously for two and three days, Bhaskar and Ashmita were not waiting for them. In fact, after their reunion, both Arnab and Madhu were so love-stricken that every night Madhu would sneak into Arnab's room after midnight and they would fuck the whole night and in the early morning Madhu would return to her bedroom. Both would be so much tired of their night's fucking that they would have no time for visiting Riverbank so early with Bhaskar and Ashmita. They would visit Riverbank in the afternoon.

As usual, Bhaskar and Ashmita were ready to leave for Riverbank without waiting for Arnab and Madhu.

"Wait papa, before leaving, let me pray before God for having a good day," said Ashmita with her closed eyes and folded hands and chanted something.

Then she came closer to Bhaskar and kissed him on his cheek and said, "Papa, Good luck for the day."

Both of them arrived at the end of the two villages, near the bank of the river.

"Ashmita, instead of climbing down to the bank of the river, why don't we walk above by the side of the river through the forest and valley till we reach near the river bank where we got two stones yesterday," suggested Bhaskar.

"Papa, it's a good idea," smiled Ashmita.

While walking above, Ashmita saw a jewel-blue stream in the forest going down and merged into the river. It was splashing as it moved through the trees. It was seeping and dribbling as it swerved through the trees. This one was flickering like glitter on the surface. It curved gently through the forest. It hopped over the rocks happily, it jumped for joy over the timeworn rocks.

"Papa, see, what's an amazing stream? So, beautiful, someday I would like to come to this place and spend a whole day here," Ashmita said.

"There are numerous beautiful streams like this emerging from mountains and passing through the jungle and merging into this river. Rivers are the arteries of the forest," replied Bhaskar.

The river flowing below them was sparkling like tinsel. Ashmita could see a family of ducks paddling on the water. The fluttering butterflies drifted over it lazily. The aroma of the forest was very powerful. Ashmita plucked a few berries and they were lush and fruity to the tongue. They found another turquoise-blue stream wound its merry way through the forest. Babbling and burbling, it sprung over the limestone rocks in its way. Pebbles whisked about in the under wash like pieces of glitter. Streams were the liquid soul of the forest, and this one was glowing. Chords of soft light speared down from above, bathing its surface in gold. It was glinting with little sparkles, like a thousand diamonds blessed with an inner fire. Bhaskar bent his head down to drink from it. Ashmita also took a drink. It was very refreshing. It was very stimulating. A galaxy of dragonflies fizzed through the beams of light, wings a-glitter in the sun. The hedgerows were pregnant with berries and they tasted some. They energized them with their pleasant waft. The delicious taste stayed with them all the way till they reached their destined bank of the river.

"Ashmita, I think, we were here yesterday!" asked Bhaskar.

"Yes, papa," replied Ashmita.

Slowly, they descended from the slope and reached near the bank of the river. Bhaskar touched the cool sparkling water of the river which felt soothing to his hand.

"Ashmita, I always prefer to search stones on the bed of the water rather than searching around the pebbles and rocks of sandy shore. Ask me why?" he said.

"Why papa?" Ashmita giggled.

"You see! Ashmita, I always feel like an aquatic creature. I love swimming, I love to dip in the water. In Kolkata, sometimes I visit the swimming pool but that is not enough. Here, in the river with natural surroundings, with its cool water, I become another person. I long to spend the whole day in the river water, swimming and dipping, diving to the surface with fishes around me. Tell me, Ashmita can you get such bliss in your life?" asked Bhaskar.

"You are right, papa. I am also like you. I also always like to remain in river water, swimming and diving. I always feel myself like a mermaid," replied Ashmita.

"OK, then let us now search in the sandy shore. In the afternoon, we will fulfill our desires by searching on the surface of river water and we will get the greater opportunity for swimming and diving in river water," said Bhaskar.

Both of them remained busy searching the sandy shore of the river by removing the pebbles and rocks. Bhaskar was 100 meters away from Ashmita and was busy with his work. Then he heard the crunching of dry leaves near him, above the bank, a footstep. He looked above and found Deoli approaching towards him and already nearer to him. He hardly got time to warn Deoli to wait for him in distance else Ashmita could see her but it was late. Ashmita could see a tribal woman of 40 years standing near his father-in-law and conversing with him.

"Sahib, Sumini is ready for you," said Deoli.

Out of curiosity, Ashmita approached nearer to them as she always liked to watch a tribal woman from close. Ashmita was unable to understand the tribal language and Bhaskar papa was well conversant with the language as he was speaking with her fluently something.

"Deoli, my daughter-in-law is with me. I have to be careful. You do one thing; you move to the opposite direction from where you have come and I will follow you. After going some distance, again we both will move towards the path headed towards hut so that my daughter-in-law couldn't guess where we are going. Do you understand?" he asked.

"Yes, Sahib," Deoli nodded her head.

"Papa, what is she saying to you? Is there any problem?" asked Ashmita.

For a moment, Bhaskar got nervous and confused. What sort of good lie he would tell to his daughter-in-law?

He stammered, "In fact, Okato, the village chief has sent this woman to inform me that some urgent matter has come up and he wants to discuss with me. He is waiting for me in some distance in the forest. Ashmita, don't worry. I will be back within two hours."

"OK, Papa. No problem" replied Ashmita.

Bhaskar then followed the tribal woman.

After their departure, all of a sudden, certain questions arose in her mind which seemed to be weird and unusual. Okato could have come himself instead of waiting in the jungle, why did he send a woman? Often, she had seen Okato coming to Bungalow in the evening for an important discussion with the elders then why at this odd hour of the morning? She knew Bhaskar papa as the most respected and gentle Oldman, to her he was her mentor, whether Bhaskar papa had some sexual urge to fulfill with this tribal woman?

Ashmita lingered, an uneasy feeling working its way up her spine. When she was certain he was gone, that he wasn't coming back, Ashmita decided to follow them. She hesitated for a few seconds more. She had to hurry if she was going to follow their trail where they had gone. She wound her way over the rocky terrain, careful to watch her step for fear of turning back of Bhaskar to see her. She concentrated on her pace, finding the rhythm in her legs, matching it with her breathing. Then she could see them from distance, they made a U-turn and again made their way in the reverse direction. She followed them closely. When Ashmita came closer, she could see a community hut (Bachler's hut) high above the bank of the river. Both the tribal woman and Bhaskar papa entered inside the hut.

Sumini heard her mother's voice outside as she led him to the hut. Both of them entered the hut. Sumini stole glances at him, admiring, his wavy, dark hair and his bright black eyes and his soft lips and the dimple on his chin and his big, strong hands, a masculine personality. He sat in a corner of the hut. Immediately, Sumini served him their homemade wine. Sahib lifted the earthen cup of wine. The most important thing that fascinated her was his white skin and she felt lucky to be with him. Although he was older, he was very strong and muscular than her father. Sahib was much older than her father. Sahib was laying across the leafy bed, his head on the arm, his feet stretched. Deoli, her mother was sitting beside him. Sumini could feel his eyes on her as she knelt on the floor at her mother's feet, holding the wooden comb out to her.

She shook her head, amused, "Would you like me to comb your hair?"

"Yes, mother," she said softly with shyness.

Deoli took the wooden comb, Sumini turned, moving between her mother's legs, her back to the front of her mother, her eyes closing as her mother began to pull the thing through her hair. Sumini was so relaxed by the time her mother set the comb aside that she was having trouble holding her head up. She gathered her hair into a tail and tickled her neck with it, making her giggle.

She released her hair then and said, "Come up here and lay down."

Sumini got to her knees, turning, her gaze going to her thigh as she patted it. Sumini glanced toward Sahib (Bhaskar). He shifted his legs closer to the back of the leafy bed, making room for her, an unreadable expression on his face. Sumini moved, sitting on the edge, lowering herself down onto her mother's lap, her mother's hand coming to rest on the side of her head, her thumb already moving. Sumini brought her feet up, moving slowly, wondering if he was looking, knowing that if he was, he'd be able to see her pussy. The thought thrilled her. Bhaskar could see her well-formed body was completely disguised under the shapeless knee-length cloth and her comely face was devoid of any cosmetic, it was a natural beauty. Even so, her eyes and the sensual shape of her mouth would put a cock-stand on most men nearby.

"Sumini, why don't you sit closer to Sahib," Deoli said and made room for her daughter.

Deoli pulled her daughter near to Bhaskar and now, Bhaskar's legs were touching the body of Sumini. Bhaskar was watching, mesmerized, as the one piece of her cloth slid down over her upper portion, partially hiding them. Sumini had, in fact, the most beautiful black skin, soft and creamy, tanned. She was an easy four inches taller than her five feet, with rounded hips and long, tapering legs. He had already enjoyed her body yesterday and today was only a formality of fucking her. His hand on Sumini's foot caught her attention and Sumini curled her toes as Bhaskar pushed a thumb into her sole. He chuckled when Sumini moaned.

He laughed softly, "You're like a kitten."

Sumini remained silent, wanting nothing more than to rub up against him, to purr as he pushed himself into her. Sumini was sitting between her mother and Bhaskar on a leafy bed. Sumini lifted her head, settling it back onto her mother's thigh, her mother's fingers moving immediately to her ear, tracing it, making her feel loved. Sumini relaxed into the leafy bed, breathing in her scent when her mother leaned down to kiss her, Sumini's eyes closing.

Deoli gestured toward the bed, "Why don't you lay down here for a few minutes. Try to get him settled," her brow twitched, "Warm him up a bit by massaging the oil in his body."

Sumini grinned, the butterflies taking off in her stomach at the implication of her words. She placed a kiss on her mother's forehead, "Ok, Give me the oil."

Sumini massaged him with some sweet smelly oil, first his back, which certainly took the tension out of his muscles, and then she turned him over and did the front. This tended to tighten his muscles up again and of course, once more, his dick rose to the occasion. Sumini was stroking his big cock with her oily hand. Sumini put a palmful oil on the body of his entire cock and started massaging from the root of the cock to head and again from head to root. The egg-sized pink knob was glistening in oil. This oiling went on for a few minutes, much of which was spent oiling his genitalia. He thought maybe she was intending to give him a hand job but that was not the plan.

"Sumini, think for a moment, can you take this big cock of Sahib inside your pussy?" again her mother Deoli reminded her.

"Mother, please don't worry. I am ready to take Sahib's big cock inside me," replied Sumini.

"Sahib, you can also massage her body," said Deoli.

After a while, Deoli handed him the oil and he had to try to follow her example. It was tough because as she lay there, her body glistening and smelling so sweet, he was so tempted to jump right on the top of her and fuck her brains out. She was beautiful lying there. At eighteen, her breasts were conical and just pushing outside. As she lay in the center of the leafy bed, Bhaskar could see how firm the cones were, jutting upward, capped with smooth light black areolas and matching slender nipples that he was tugging and pinching furiously with the fingers of his right oily hand as his left oily hand danced between her outstretched legs! Her firm tummy and a small wisp of a vee of brown curls, and the pouting lips of her vagina were also hairy and he could see the dilated oval entrance of her girl-tunnel clearly and his oily fingers manipulated her clitoris, which, at the time, she was totally ignorant of.

As he rubbed over the contours of her breasts, then his finger inserted her pussy and made inside oily so that his cock would enter easily without resistance inside her tight virgin cunt, he began to think how lucky he was to have accidentally landed to meet this teen and not only that after all, she was the youngest virgin daughter of Deoli. Once oiling was completed, Sumini lay on the flowery bed (Multicolored fragrant wildflowers were strewn on leafy bed by Deoli) that her mother had arranged for them.

Deoli invited Bhaskar and said, "Sahib, now you can start with Sumini. I will be the silent spectator watching two of you in your lovemaking. I will be sitting on the floor watching you without any intervention from my side. My daughter Sumini is an innocent and very soft kid, I am here to just guide her properly in case she faces any problem."

"You can be here as long as you wish. I have no problem," said Bhaskar.

Deoli, her mother got up then and crawled up from the foot of the bed, stretching out beside him, her small cloth coming up to reveal that, like Sumini. Bhaskar patted the bed, urging Sumini closer. Sumini moved, nervous, to the spot her mother had occupied.

Bhaskar shook his head, "Up yourself on your knees, sweetheart." Sumini moved, slowly, unsure what he wanted, "Spread your knees."

Sumini could feel her heart hammering in her chest, in her ears, as she complied, moving her knees about half a foot apart, lip caught in her teeth. Her gaze tracked her mother's hand as she reached out to her, hefting her. Her mother's voice brought her back to him.

"Wider, honey, "her mother instructed.

Sitting on her heels, Sumini leaned back, taking the weight off her knees, and she began to spread them, watching his eyes, thrilling to see his gaze on her cunt.

He nodded, "Lean back on your hands, honey."

Sumini spared her mother a glance. She nodded. Sumini returned her gaze to his and leaned back onto her arms. This was, without doubt, the most obscene thing she'd ever done. Sitting as she was, knees wide apart, she could practically feel his gaze on her, on her cunt lips. Beginning to breathe a bit heavy he leaned over her back, put his arms around her to cup her breasts, and slipped his finger inside her pussy. It was tight, it was warm, it was wet, and it was wonderful. As it looked as if she didn't want any foreplay this time.

"Beautiful," he said, his head shaking. He reached out then, laying his hand on the inside of her knee, teasing her skin with the tips of his fingers.

"Sweetheart, touch the cock of Sahib," Deoli, her mother said.

Sumini turned to meet her mother's gaze. She wiggled his length, offering it to her, her hand still slowly stroking him, though not as hard as before. She reached out, but rather than release him, she moved her hand to the bottom, wiggling her hand, the end of him swaying in the air like a flagpole in a gale. She caught him, wrapping her fingers around him, squeezing gently, turning to meet his gaze. He rolled his eyes, moaning.

Sumini smiled, "Does that feel good?"

He nodded, "Feels wonderful, sweetheart."

Ashmita hid behind a big tree near the hut. She was in a moral dilemma. Whether it was proper for her to go nearer and digging more? If there was nothing negative that she was expecting, then? If by chance, she was discovered by Bhaskar papa, then? It would be better to wait for a while than moving further. Her heart was beating fast. After waiting for around half an hour, again, the uneasy feeling returned to her and she was determined to unearth the facts of what was going on inside the hut. She was sure Bhaskar papa was not going to meet Okato inside the hut. Whether Bhaskar papa would fuck this woman inside the hut? Ashmita wanted to witness the truth. Ashmita wanted to move near the hut but she could not go through the entrance of the hut else she could be spotted by him. Then she could see dense bushes and shrubs behind the hut. She thought that was the appropriate place to hide and watch their activities.

Without being noticed, Ashmita slipped into that part of the place behind the hut. After reaching there, she hid just behind the hut among the bushes and she could easily hear the conversations going on inside the hut. The voices of Bhaskar papa and the woman could be heard but in between Ashmita could hear the soft and thin voice of a girl, a girlish voice, she was shocked. Her curiosity took her nearer to the back wall of the hut and then she could see two holes on the backside of the hut. Thank God, at least, God was in favor of her. She made her pace very slowly and reached near the holes, then she put her eyes in one of the holes.

Sumini released him then, moving her hand to his thigh, leaving him all to her. Sumini repositioned her hand as she'd shown him earlier and began to stroke him, her gaze on his. He nodded. She increased her grip, catching her lip in her teeth, and she pulled her hand down onto his groin, watching, fascinated, as his head went back, eyes closing, a long, low moan escaping his lips. Sumini continued to stroke him, watching, mesmerized, as his fingers stroked the inside of her thigh. From her position, though, he couldn't reach her. And as much as she wanted him to, there was something she wanted even more; she wanted him inside of her. She'd been fantasizing about it from yesterday. And now, with the feel of him in her hand, she longed to lay back and guide him into her, to open her legs and let him at her. Emboldened, Sumini leaned over him, pulling her hand all the way to the base of him, squeezing him, and she swiped her tongue through the gathered juice at the tip of him, making him groan. Sumini met her mother's gaze, returned her smile before opening her lips for him. And though it was thrilling to have him in her mouth, it isn't what she wanted just then. She allowed him to slip out.

"Can I have him now?" she asked her mother.

Deoli brought her hand to her daughter, running a finger over her hand where it gripped him, "Sure this is what you want?"

Sumini nodded, feeling her stomach flutter. She moved her hand to his stomach, scratching him lightly.

"Let her lay down, Sahib," Deoli said.

Sumini released him then, reluctantly, and he rolled up. She laid down where he'd been, the spot warm, the leafy bed full of his scent, her gaze meeting his. Sumini felt her mother's hand on her thigh, pulling, gently. Sumini moved, opening her legs for him, holding his gaze as her mother pulled more insistently, urging her wider. Sumini continued to hold his gaze as her mother's fingers inched their way up to the top of her thigh, brushing against her labia then pulling at it, opening her, making her moan. And Sumini held his gaze when her mother teased her fingertips into her wetness, gathering it and dragging it up to her clit, making her jump.

Then Deoli patted the top of her daughter's mound. "Come here, Sahib."

"Wait Deoli, take this herb and give her. Let her chew and swallow the saliva before I insert my cock inside her, otherwise, she would get pregnant," said Bhaskar.

Deoli handed the Herb to her daughter who chewed it for few seconds and swallowed the saliva.

He moved between her legs, his gaze locked with Sumini, "Tell me what you want, Sumini," he whispered.​