Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

Ashmita opened her mouth and withdrew his cock from her mouth, in a mock angry expression, Ashmita beat his chest and said, "You scoundrel, how could you do it knowing fully well that I was going to be the daughter-in-law of your two families?"

Bhaskar kissed her and smirked, "How could I resist such a beautiful and tender girl?"

"Ohhh, that's why I saw a bulge in the crotch area of your pants while I was serving you fruit juice and sweets!"

"But I also asked you certain things some of which you replied and some you avoided," said Bhaskar.

"Really! I don't remember which question I avoided but can you remind me now after a long gap of 19 years?" asked Ashmita and resumed her sucking off his cock.

Bhashkar began gently thrusting his hips back and forth; shoving his cock farther into her throat and making tears come to her eyes. She switched tactics, jerking his cock with one hand and licking up and down and all around the rest of his shaft, swirling her tongue around and sucking at his tip.

"Oh, Ashmita, that feels so good," Bhashkar moaned, and brought a hand down to hair and tangled his fingers in it gently, no longer trying to shove her down onto his cock, but just to touch her as she pleasured him.

"I don't want to cum in your mouth though," he said, "I want to feel what it's like to be inside of you."

With his cock still in her mouth, Ashmita put her hands on Bhashkar's waist and pulled at him suggestively.

"Do you remember, I asked you about your hobbies? You replied that you liked to listen to music and songs. Then I asked you who were your favorite singers and you replied that they were Lucky Ali, Shaan, Sonu Nigam, Sunidhi Chauhan, Alisha Chinai, and a few more. In the meantime, your father intervened and informed me that the previous night his daughter(you)had attended a musical concert where all the luminaries of that time Lucky Ali, Shaan, Sonu Nigam, AlishaChinai, SuneetaRao, Shreya Ghoshal, and Sunidhi Chauhan had participated and performed their songs," said Bhashkar.

"Yes, yes, I remember. At that time, it was a big event, and being a teen, I was a rock fan, admirer, and follower of all these singers. That historical musical event where so many reputed singers of that time congregated together first time in Kolkata was just like an explosion at that time. That musical program had taken place at 'Azad Stadium' and how can I forget that? That was the biggest event in my life, a live program that I witnessed. With difficulties, one of my friends had arranged a ticket for me through her boyfriend," said Ashmita with a beaming face remembering her memory.

Bhashkar pulled out his cock of her mouth reluctantly and slid to the bed beside her, pushing her down onto her back and moving down her body. After reaching near her big white thighs, Bhashkar continued, "While I was asking you all these things, your father invited all of us to visit the garden. Everybody left except you and me. With an intention, I didn't join them as I wanted to enjoy your beauty alone, such a beautiful teen, a tender and innocent face knowing full well that the girl sitting opposite me was going to be daughter-in-law in the household of my best friend and as per relation, I would be her uncle-in-law," said Bhashkar.

"Yes, I remember you were constantly staring at me. I was very nervous before you as you were my future uncle-in-law. I was so innocent and simple that I couldn't guess your lusty glance toward me. Out of my dignity and respect towards you, feeling you as my future uncle-in-law, just I was feeling very shy," explained Ashmita.

"But I was looking at your beautiful round face and your boobs as still, I was feeling the soft touch of your boobs and your velvety lips and my cock was erect at that time inside my pants," said Bhashkar.

"But it was completely absurd, weird, unusual, and also a sin to think about an innocent teen like me who was going to be the daughter-in-law of the two households," said Ashmita.

"Absolutely, you are right Ashmita! Although I was in my mid-forties and you were like my daughter but I couldn't resist myself as at that time I was very sexy, a lecherous fellow, always running after young girls, even I was fucking paid young girls at hotel secretly without the knowledge of my family members even without knowledge of my best friend Arnab. After seeing you, I got envious of Debasish, my nephew who was going to marry you," clarified Bhashkar.

Ashmita lifted her head to look at him who was lying near between her thighs, somewhat blearily, she grabbed his hair and dragged him down, pressing all her soft, lush curves against his face. Her lower skin was hot and damp from the washing. Her pussy was wet and open, ready for him, begging for him as she spread her legs. Bhashkar bent over the bed and gave her lower leg a lick.

She giggled and asked, "But, you didn't tell me what was the question you asked me and I couldn't reply to you properly?"

Bhaskar closed his eyes for a moment then said, "Ohhh, yes, I remember. When I asked you about the musical concert of the previous night, you told me that you were witnessing and enjoying the program with your friends. In fact, I also went to witness that program the previous night and I accidentally met a teen of your age and I fucked her during the concert."

"Ohh, my God, you were a girl killer at that time!" exclaimed Ashmita with her wide eyes.

Bhashkar started licking again, this time tracing up to her thigh, then he licked from her thigh up to her puffy labia, and began licking her pussy. Mmmm... How sweet and tasty! It was like honey.

"Oh, you're delicious like I knew you would be," he said, his breath on her pussy making her whole body tingle, and she lay back on the bed and let him go down on her.

Bhashkar licked away, stroking her pussy lips and sliding his tongue in and out of her hole. Ashmita became increasingly wet, and he slurped up all of the fluid he possibly could and joyously swallowed it. He sucked at her labia until they became engorged. Then, placing his hands on her butt cheeks, he slid his tongue up to her anus and licked all around, up and down her butt crack. She kept herself so clean.

Then Bhashkar raised his head from her pussy, smiled, and said, "You told me you were with your friends but I saw you with some stranger, an old bearded man with whom you were enjoying the program. When I asked you about this fact and asked you who was that stranger, all of a sudden, your face became pale, you got too nervous and I felt that as if I caught you red-handed of some crime committed by you and with a trembling voice you replied that the stranger was an uncle, papa of one of your friends. I didn't know whether you were telling me the truth or lie at that time but I preferred to be not persistent further in that matter. You were so nervous at that time that you just ran away inside the house.

After some time, everybody gathered once again in your drawing room and your marriage with Debasish was finalized by Arnab. Then we had a sumptuous lunch at your house and after that, we left. But one thing I noticed, since from that moment till you became a daughter-in-law in the household of Arnab, some of the months, whenever you were seeing me, you were trying to avoid me as if you were always scared of me as if I knew some of your secrets. Ashmita, now, after 19 years, a long time has elapsed and when now we are like husband and wife and there are no secrets between us, I am asking you again why were you worried and nervous at that time? Who was the stranger old man with you at that musical concert? I have already told you my secrets as I also fucked a beautiful teen during the concert at that time. Please tell me Ashmita," Bhashkar requested her.

Ashmita remained silent for a moment as if to recollect her past memories then said, "He was not the papa of any of my friends rather he was the first person in my life with whom I met accidentally in that evening at that tender teenage of mine who fucked me during the concert like you fucked a teen during the concert."

Bhashkar teased her, "Whether that stranger was me?"

"No, it was not you. He was most probably an old man whose face I couldn't see clearly in darkness. His head was covered with a flat cap, he was wearing a thick horn-rimmed glass on his face and having mixed grey beard all over his face, a bearded person," explained Ashmita.

"OK, then tell me the detailed episode, I would like to hear every detail of your meeting with him and how did he fuck you? Everything, please Ashmita," requested Bhashkar.

Now, Bhashkar began a steady rhythm as his tongue flickered over her, and she couldn't prevent her hips from rising to meet the thrusts of his tongue. Bhashkar explored every dip and fold of her pussy with his tongue, taking her labia into his mouth and sucking them before the gentlest nibble, sliding his tongue from her cunt to her clit and back again, and finally what she loved most, he began ever so gently sucking on her clit, driving her wild. Oh God, she was riding his head, smothering his face with her sex. That had to happen again this morning. How could be both of them so insatiable after a prolonged fucking in last night?

She told herself to stop. But she couldn't. Somehow, she found her hands tangled in his dense grey hair. Her body was coiled tighter, grasping at his fingers, so wet now she could hear the slippery sounds every time he drove back into her. He reached two fingers worked into her, and her eyes rolled back into her head. His fingers still moving rhythmically inside her, his thumb circling and pressing. Ashmita's hand-scooped his hair off his head and held his head tightly on her pussy. His tongue mirrored the actions of his fingers, claiming her. Ashmita's legs began to stiffen as Bhashkar pushed against his hand.

But Ashmita resumed her tell, "I had a close friend named Kakoli in my college. We both were music lovers and crazy fans and followers of the singers as I mentioned. So, when it was announced that our favorite singers were coming and going to perform together in Azad stadium, both of us leaped for joy as we were going to see them live to perform in the stadium. Kakoli's boyfriend had arranged 3 tickets for us in advance. We both were waiting eagerly for the performance day and as the day was coming nearer our heartbeats were also increasing day by day as if something important was going to happen in our lives. My parents being aware of my passion and love for music had already allowed me to witness the event with my friend.

On the scheduled day, it was evening, 7.00 P.M; I was waiting for Kakoli to pick me up from my residence by car. I was wearing some tight shorts and a midriff sleeveless tank top with my open hair flowing down my back. I had put on red lipsticks and deep Kajal (Kohl) in my eye lines. Kakoli reached in the right time with a hug as we started for the concert, she immediately handed me my ticket which I kept inside my small vanity bag which was hanging over my shoulder. She commented on my outfits which were perfect for the concert. I laughed looking at Kakoli who was wearing more ultra-modern outfits than me. Her boyfriend complimented me on my outfit that I was looking very sexy. So, we all joked as we continued catching up until we arrived at the event as the evening was going faster to becoming darker.

There was heavy jammed traffic near the stadium and there were a ton of people as our car tried to pave a way through this jostling crowd. I could see through the window of the car a lot of guys who all leered at us as our car passed through, some of them hooting and hollering "Hey sexy". I was sweating all over due to humidity caused by this heavy crowd; I opened my vanity bag, picked out my handkerchief, and carefully wiped my face so that my makeup wouldn't wash away. Kakoli's boyfriend just smirked and commented that perhaps these people had never seen beautiful girls ever in their lives.

We parked with everyone else in an open field and got out. Kakoli made a polite excuse that she wanted to be alone with her boyfriend during the concert and all of us decided that we should meet near the car once the concert was over. Both Kakoli and her boyfriend made their way to the concert. Since there was some time left for the starting of the concert, I preferred to stand there alone so that I could breathe some fresh air in that open area of the parking place as I was sweating profusely. The surrounding area was dark, not fully dark but half-lit, I was not alone there as I could see some lovers, some families loitering there and one teen was also standing alone just a few feet away from me. I thought either they were waiting for somebody or they were not inclining to merge into the crowd immediately unless the concert starts and enjoying the fresh air before entering the stadium.

After some time, the bell of the stadium started ringing, signaling the audience to take their seats as the show was going to begin. I thought it was time to leave the parking area and move towards the entrance of the stadium. Before leaving, I thought to check my entry ticket which was inside my vanity bag. I opened my vanity bag but the entry ticket was not there. I got panicked and checked again inside the bag thoroughly, not once but ten times but the ticket was not there. I again searched the pockets of my shorts but it was not there. Then I noticed the teen near me who was also frantically searching for something as if she lost something nearby. She was bending down on the ground and searching. Most probably the teen was also a victim like me and I could see she was sobbing silently.

The crowd of people in the parking area was slowly receding as everyone was moving towards the entrance of the stadium. Gradually the parking place was getting deserted. Then I saw a person approaching the teen. In the meantime, another person had reached near me and he was standing under the tree and I couldn't see his face due to darkness. I didn't pay him any attention like a non-entity as I was struggling with my problem. Like the teen, I also bent down and tried to search frantically if my ticket had fallen nearby but in vain, I couldn't find the entry ticket. In the meantime, I looked at the teen who was conversing with the person and after some time, I saw them leaving together from the parking area and in that area, the stranger under the tree and I were alone left behind, of course, two or three persons were in some distance. The place was now deserted except for the two of us as everyone proceeded for the stadium.

I was feeling very desperate, frustrated, and helpless although I had money to hire a taxi and return to my home. I was going to miss the music concert, I was going to miss my favorite singers whom I could have seen live on the stage; I started sobbing due to my bad luck, a frustrated cry. Then I remembered I picked up my handkerchief from my vanity bag to wipe out my sweat inside the car. Ohh...God! the entry ticket must have come out along with the handkerchief and must have fallen inside the car. Now, how could I search the ticket inside the car which was locked and Kakoli and her boyfriend must be enjoying inside the stadium. I cursed myself and my sobbing turned into a high pitch cry of frustration. Then I heard the footsteps approaching towards me, I could see a silhouette coming towards me. I could see a tall figure coming and standing near me. I looked at him; he appeared to be an old man as he had greybeards on his face. He was physically strong and stout like a young man. He was like an uncle figure without any evil intention. He had a flat cap on his head and a thick horn-rimmed glass on his face. In half dim-lit, I couldn't see his face clearly but he was a nice and gentleman. Now, why don't you start your story of that day? I will continue my tell later on."

"But before that, let me quench my thirst for your pussy juices," said Bhashkar and started probing his tongue deeper inside her pussy.

"God, Bhash,' Ashmita arched against him and she shouted, "Oh, Bhash, I'm going to cum!"

Two fingers worked inside her, a little uncomfortable but nothing she couldn't handle. Not so long as he kept his mouth on her, lavishing her breasts with attention. His thumb rubbed around a sweet spot and her eyes rolled back into her head. So close. The strength of what was building was staggering. Mind-blowing. Her body was going to be blown to dust, atoms when this hit. She came, groaning, every muscle is drawn taut. It was almost too much. Almost. He gentled his hand, and she was brought back from the brink, and she reached her orgasm, her morning orgasm, she came instantly, again and again, falling apart above his face, calling out his name. She was gripped by her orgasm and shuddered on the bed, her legs involuntarily closing around Bhashkar's head, locking him into licking her clit until the last of her orgasm waned and she relaxed, trembling with satisfaction.

When Bhashkar noticed she was steady now, he resumed his talk," Well, as you know in those days although I was in my mid-forties I was very much fascinated with young girls, particularly young and fresh college girls. Most of the time, I would spend near Girls college watching the young girls and their boobs which was giving me some types of mental peace. I would be wandering around cinema theatres, concert-halls, just to have a glimpse of teens. To fucking the young college girls were impossible but I had an alliance with some of the persons who would lure young college girls, particularly from the poor family in exchange for huge money and I would fuck them in some shady hotels and lodges. Sometimes, I would fuck young virgin girls from the slum areas in exchange for good money. In other words, at that time I was a chaser of skirts, a girl's hunter.

Whenever I would visit a cinema theatre or a concert hall, I will have an extra ticket with me which I used to share with a needy, crazy cine goer girl who wanted to see a movie in any means or a girl, a crazy fan who wanted to make an entry inside the stadium to witness a program. So, on that day with an extra ticket with me, I was wandering here and there to search for a hunt and I entered the parking place where few people were there. Then all of a sudden, I noticed a teen who was standing alone near the car and she was searching frantically for something nearby. I stood nearby her and watched her carefully sometimes. Most probably, she couldn't get her missing things and she started crying out of frustration and desperation. I guessed that she must have lost something important. Slowly, I approached towards her," Bhaskar interrupted his talks in the middle as Ashmita intervened.

"Ohhh, now, I understand, you were the person who approached that crying teen near me," said Ashmita.

Bhashkar didn't say anything and just smiled. Bhashkar got on his knees and scooted up to her on the bed. Her pussy was as wet as the pool and crying to be penetrated. Ashmita felt the tip of Bhashkar's hard cock pressing against her pussy, rubbing against her slit back and forth with a little more pressure each time. He moved and slid into her slowly,

"Bhash, please carry on, I think your story with the teen is more interesting than my story. What did you do with the teen? Tell me, I would like to hear in detail," asked Ashmita in an excited and anxious voice as she felt sensation between the lips of her cunt by the touch of his cock head.

Bhashkar continued, "I asked the teen in a gentle and soft voice what was her problem? Then she explained to me in detail how she lost her entry ticket and how desperately she wanted to witness the musical concert. In a soothing voice, I comforted her and explained to her that I was waiting for my daughter to witness the musical concert but still she had not turned up and it was getting late as the concert had already started. Then I told her as it seemed my daughter might not turn up and if she wished she could go inside with the extra ticket meant for my daughter. After hearing my offer, the crazy teen was so happy, so jubilant and so pleased that it appeared as if she had dug out gold from the earth. Her face was brightening in the darkness and all of a sudden, she embraced me tightly and started showering her thanksgiving kisses all over my face, I could feel her small breasts pressing against my chest.

She held my hands and we proceeded towards the entrance of the stadium, virtually, she was dragging me. We both entered through the entrance gate and reached inside a large arena. The teen had clutched my hand tightly fearing she would be separated from me due to the jostling of the crowd. We could see a large stage and two fences separating with good tickets from the people with just general admission. We both wanted to sit in the middle but it seemed all seats were filled up before our arrival despite our having valid tickets for sitting in the middle row. We watched all of the people thronged to filing into some vacant seats of two sections in a competitive manner in front of us.

We both were standing in the narrow path between the separations and there were more crowed in the narrow path, jostling each other to get a seat but there were no empty chairs and people were closer to each other till they started bumping into each other as the number of audiences was much higher than the hall could accommodate. I was afraid that the teen would be sandwiched among the crowd. We both looked around and I just suggested to the teen that it would probably be a better idea if we stand out near the back so we don't get smoothed. She agreed and we walked all the way to the back to the last fence and stood behind. Some people actually came to where we were in the back but there weren't as many.

The curtains opened; the spots blazed to life. Then they turned on the lights on the stage and made the whole arena dark except the dim light on the sidewalls and above the ceiling. The lights inside the arena were so dim that one could not see another's face clearly nor could see in and around what was happening beside him. The lights began to dim and the crowd settled down as the drummer for the warm-up band set the beat on his high-hat and the crowd went nuts as the warm-up band hit the stage with a hard-driving rhythm and screaming guitars. Probably it was the orchestra band who would play along with the singers. Now, they started to warm up the crowd for Tull. Then the band started playing and the teen and I turned our faces to the stage putting our hands on the barrier listening to the music. They were good at it - warming the crowd up. The crowd was getting into it. The energy that bands lived on - in their symbiotic way - starts flowing. People were pumping their fists into the air. There were a lot of people yelling, cheering, and some in front of us starting a mosh pit.

The folks were getting fired up! Surveying the people around me, my eyes came to a screeching halt on a small cluster of young girls who were definitely getting into the rhythm of the thing. They were dancing and screaming and bouncing around as if it were the last night of their lives. The teen looked at me with a smirk and tried to say something but I could barely hear her over the music and the people. The tension of anticipation was like a physical thing filling the arena; I felt as if I could float on it.

The arena was black as pitch, and the crowd had settled into its final configuration when the first notes of the piano introduced to "Chalte Chalte mere ye geet" in memory of late singer Kishore Kumar pushed their way through the crowd noise. A few of us recognized the song from the first few notes and cried out in joy and appreciation. Others didn't realize what they were listening to until the first whining guitar riffs faded into reverberating feedback. The teen was holding my hand tightly as if being afraid to separate from me in a jostling crowd. Then the stage was ablaze with light as the lead guitar was banging out the opening bar of the song proper.

Then all of a sudden Lucky Ali entered with his long mane and in dark glasses, dancing around the stage, twirling a silver flute as if it were a baton. The drums and bass were hammering out the beat as the rhythm guitar was doing that rhythm thing. The crowd had sprouted a forest of pumping arms and the amplified sounds of the band were nearly drowned out by its triumphant bellow. The crowd started making sharp whistling. The teen beside me was so excited to see her favorite singer that she patted me to put my ear on her mouth. Then in a high voice near my ear, she told me that she wanted to be in front of me so that she could see her favorite singer clearly. Immediately I put her in front of me and she put my left hand tightly around her waist so that she could not be separated from me in the crowd. She was behaving with me as if I was her papa and she was my little daughter.

At that time Lucky Ali was up to the microphone to sing "O Sonam" from his hit Album. The teen was eagerly listening to him as if she was completely merged into that. The teen had started moving her hips side to side to the music. I looked down to see the head of black open hair bouncing and bobbing before me. The teen was stumping her feet with the rhythm of the music and suddenly with the misty-brown eyes looked over her shoulder at me. Her crazy half-smile was saying to me whether I was enjoying myself with her or not. Sorry, but my eyes dropped to watch the sway of her hips and the play of her ass under the thin fabric of her blue shorts. I was delighted to notice that - by the way, the tight outline of her clingy fabric of panties gathered in the cleft of her ass.

I felt my cock coming to life, its girth and length growing rapidly. By the end of the song, I was throbbing to my own beat! The crowd went wild as the song crashed to its end. Then Lucky Ali started another hit number"Dekha Hai Aisa Bhi". The teen got excited and gripped my palm tightly."

Bhashkar paused for a moment, Ashmita gasped as he entered her, his huge, thick cock spreading her open and filling her up. It was insanely tight and hard to enter. Trying to breathe softly, he pushed it in a little more. He moved slowly and gently until he was fully inside her and she was thoroughly filled with him, and then picked up the pace just a bit, putting exquisite pressure on her clit with each thrust. He forced it in a little deeper and her vagina walls contracted around his dick.

It was ecstasy! Bhashkar let out a loud moan, "Ooops! It feels always good to be inside you."

"Why don't you continue your story while fucking me!" said Ashmita.

Bhashkar continued further, "The announcer announced that the next singer would be a female singer who was the beautiful and seductive singer of all time. There was a silent prevailing among the crowd with anxiety and beating of the hearts, with anticipation who could be she. With excitement, the teen clutched my hand tightly and pushed herself backward resulting in my throbbing cock touched her ass cleft.

The spotlights died, leaving the arena in darkness again, a dramatic pause in the stage, then all of a sudden, the drums and bass were hammering out the beat with the rhythm of guitar, and a round spotlight focused on a beautiful seductive young girl in a black dress who had emerged in stage with her smiling face, showing her glistening white teeth and welcomed the crowd with a flying kiss, my God! She was Alisha Chinai.

The teen in front of me got so excited that she pushed herself tightly on my throbbing cock.

And when Alisha started her first song "Chot Dil Pe Lagi" from the Hindi movie 'Ishq Vishq'the crowd went into a frenzy and sharp whistles blew over the arena. With excitement, the teen pushed further onto me and I was feeling my erect cock was stuck between her cleft and my throbbing member was thrilled to the sensation of the slow shift of her firm ass through the thin fabric of my pants. My cock was getting harder and I was feeling it rubbing her ass, right between her ass cheeks.

Alisha had finished her first song, and with the cheering of the crowd, she started her second number "Kaate Nahi" from the movie 'Mr. India'. The teen was naughty and devilish enough to push her ass backwards meeting the rhythm of humping with the music, and that was what seemed to me.

Did this teen know what she was doing to me? I asked myself. As if in answer, I felt her hands reached behind her to grab my hips. She then pulled me tightly against her and moved her sweet ass in a slow, grinding roll against my crotch. As I slid my hands around her waist, she turned in my arms. The spotlights came up on stage and the arena was completely dark as she looped her arms around my neck and dragged my face down to hers. My lips found her mouth open. Her tongue like a hot, wet, fleshy spear drove into my mouth before my mind had time to catch up!

Her firm, toned body melted against me as our tongues started to dance. Though my eyes were probably wide with surprise, the vision center of my brain was closed temporarily. A strange sensation easily overrode my other senses. I could only feel the warm, sweet smell of her. The sound of my moan drowning out her smaller one. The hot, wet, clean taste of her mouth grinding hungrily against mine. I felt her hardened nipples pressing through her tops and my T-shirt into my chest. The feel of her smooth belly pressing firmly against my crotch. The play of her back muscles beneath my fingers. By that time, Alisha had finished 2 more numbers. Who the hell needed eyes? When our lips parted, the vision came flooding back. Her face was only a couple inches away from mine, and she was smiling that damned smile again! I started to say something, but she kissed me quickly again to shut me up. Smiling, she turned her back to me, once again, to applaud the end of the song. Alisha finished her items, smiled, and existed from the stage.

Then there entered the tall and handsome singer Shaan on the stage and the spotlight focused on him. On seeing him all the girls cheered with joy and welcomed him by shouting 'Shaan,' 'Shaan'. Shaan started with his famous number "Tanha Dil".The synthesizer started turning out a bewildering combination of notes. The drummer soon picked up a jerky beat that neatly complemented the synth. It was a tune to which I had thought it was impossible to dance. My lovely, black-haired teen seemed only too happy to prove me wrong. As her hips start moving in time with the song, she took my hands from their resting place at her waist and slides them up her wonderfully smooth torso to the mounds of her breasts. She then reached one hand over my head, grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled my face into the curve of her neck. Her other hand was caressing the back of one of mine as I stroked her breasts with my palms, brushing her nipples with the balls of my fingers.

My mouth worked its way - kissing, licking, and nibbling - gradually from the outside of her shoulder, up her neck to her ear. As my hands were lifting and kneading her tits, my tongue was darting into her ear. She continued to press her lovely ass into my cock as I, pausing for a bit to nibble on the lobe of her ear, worked my way down to where her shoulder meets her neck. All the while I was enjoying the taste and feel of her neck and breasts (respectively), I was paying careful attention to the song. When the song came to its sudden end, I pinched her nipples and bit her neck - not too hard, but hard enough for her to know I was still here!

Shaan had already started his second number "Aksar".My fingers crept up her back below her shirt until they found the clasp of her bra. Once there I opened it and gently tugged at one of the straps. Her hands flew in front of her, trying to keep her bra from sliding off and not revealing her breasts to others standing by her sides. My tugs became stronger and stronger and finally, it gave in to my pull sliding off to the side until her entire breasts became free of her bra. I hugged her from behind and let each hand cup one of her breasts, enjoying the feel of having those young and firm apples-sized tits in my hand. I took her right nipple between my fingers and squeezed it hard. I couldn't hear her scream, but I could feel it.

She understood my message, her arms went limp, hanging down while I continued to play with her breasts and caress her pink nipples until they reacted and became hard. She stood there motionless. Her gasp perfectly coincided with the last beat of the song. She whirled around and stared at me with a look of mock indignation. Her misty brown eyes sparkled mischievously and her half-smile replaced the pettish pout. Slipping her arms around my neck, she lifted herself off the floor and pressed her lips roughly against mine. The teen's pelvis ground against mine as our tongues slipped and slid upon each other. Her breathing had become quite rapid - my own was none too steady!

Suddenly, the teen dropped to her feet and twisted around in my arms, once again facing the stage. By this time, the handsome singer Sonu Nigam had entered the stage. He was gazing out at the audience. In memory of late singer Md. Rafi, Sonu Nigam started with an old number of late Md. Rafi and the crowd started applauding him with cheer. My companion, while looking up at the stage, was reaching around to the front of my pants. With deft movements, she unbuttoned the top and pulled the zipper open. It was not easy, but she unzipped my pants and she managed to get my cock out of my boxers' front hole, I quickly looked around at the people behind us but they were all watching the stage. My engorged prick fairly leaped into her waiting hand. She felt the heft of my nine-inch cock, wrapping her slim fingers around, measuring its girth. Maybe it felt huge in her little hand as I felt she could not even wrap her hand around its thickness properly.

After finishing Md. Rafi's song, Sonu Nigam had started the number "Kal Ho Na Ho".

The crowd went nuts. The arena lights died with light focused on the stage. The young girl with my dick in her hand used her free hand to guide one of mine to her left breast. She then pushed my other hand down, down past the leg opening of her shorts to the warm, silky smoothness of her inner thigh."

Bhashkar stopped for a moment to push his cock further inside the pussy of Ashmita. Ashmita spread her legs, giving him better access, and allowing him to thrust deeper. Her vagina ate up his dick, as her tightness drove him wild. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and he slid his arms under her back and grasped her shoulders. This allowed him to go as deep as possible. He banged harder and faster, as she began to scream and hyperventilate. Bhashkar penetrated all the way to the end of her vagina and pulled it all the way out and then pushed it back in with long, complete thrusts. She screamed, panted, and even cried.

Then Bhashkar reduced his fucking speed and now he was pumping her slowly as he continued, "After some time, the dusky beauty singer Suneeta Rao entered the stage. From onstage a slow, rhythmic beat - reminiscent of movie-style Indian tom-toms - began. Soon, it was joined by the moaning of a guitar. Suneeta Rao started singing "Dekha Dekha".The teen's hand had moved to the head of my cock, feeling the mushroom shape, spreading the bead of my moisture around. Her hand slid back to cup my balls and give a gentle squeeze. My face was buried in her neck. I moaned softly as she began slowly stroking me. My hand slid slowly downwards reaching her skirt and vanishing inside it. I couldn't see anything down there from my angle so I had to trust my touch senses to explore her. I rubbed her pussy and circled her little clit with my fingers until I could feel her body reacting.

My hand was kneading the inside of her thigh through her leg opening as it moved lingeringly toward the meeting of her legs, near her nether region. My loving companion widened her stance to allow me easier access. The first thing I felt was her soft satin panties, covering her mound. I traced my finger along with them, I was a little startled when the back of my thumb slid across her hot, wet, and hairy cunt. I was surprised and I could feel the dense and silken hairs there, I let my surprise show somehow, as my brown-eyed little lover giggled and gave my prick a couple of quick squeezes. Lower still, my finger found a small hill with a gap on top: her slightly swollen nether lips and the slit to her inner parts, building her vulva. My finger went on until I could feel it on top of her entrance. I applied pressure and the elastic panties gave in, allowing my finger to travel a tiny bit into her hole before the satin finally stopped it. My finger left her entrance and went back upwards until it reached the edge of her panties over her pelvis. Then my whole hand slipped below them and covered her mound I touched the crotch area of her panties which was wet, I felt the heat of her pussy against the back of my thumb. My other hand continued to caress her left breast - stroking, rubbing, rolling the nipple like a marble.

Thus encouraged, I hiked the leg openings of her mini-dress a bit and began to slide my fingers across her slippery cunt. There was hot wetness of her flows over my questing fingers. I heard her moan gently against my ear as my middle finger slipped between her labia. She readjusted her stance. My middle finger found the opening of her vagina; my thumb, the button of her clit. I heard air sucking through her teeth. The lovely young girl gripped my finger with her vaginal muscles while she wiggled her ass. Her head fell back onto my right shoulder; mouth open, eyes closed. I began to slide my finger in and out of her wet snatch, my thumb rubbing her joy button, the fingers of my left hand rolling and pinching her nipple. I nibbled her earlobe and watched her lick her lips. She began to thrust her pelvis, in time with my probing finger. She moaned and turned her face to bring her mouth to mine. We kissed as hungrily as we could at this awkward angle. I felt a shudder run through my companion. The teen had reached her first orgasm. The kiss was released and she drew air sharply between her teeth. She, again, moved her luscious buttocks, releasing my wet fingers. By this time Suneeta Rao had already started another number "Kesariya".

The teen pulled my hand away from her crotch and turned in my arms to face me. She then kissed me thoroughly, pushing down on my shoulders until I was kneeling. Someone among the crowd asked the teen what happened to me. The teen replied that the head of her old father was reeling due to the crowd and he needed to sit down for a while on the floor. Another person commented she should not bring her old father to such type of crowded concert. Then everyone concentrated their attention on the stage. She had already unzipped her shorts and it was now my part to pull down her panties below her knees. Widening her legs again, she grabbed a double handful of my hair and pulled my face into her dripping crotch as I was squatting down on the floor.

Without hesitation, I began lapping at her cunt. Using my thumbs to spread her labia, I buried my face in her wet, hairy pussy. The hot, musky sweetness of her rolled across my tongue as my mustache brushed her clitoris. God! I was thinking, I was on my knees, eating this lovely wench right here in the middle of a huge concert crowd! Then thoughts were wiped out from my mind as I concentrated on trying to make the girl scream! I couldn't see her face because of the poor lighting and the fabric of her tops piled up in front of my eyes, but my companion's fingers were clenching the hair at the back of my head; grinding my face in her cunt. I could feel her breathing. I could feel her knee against my ribs quaking.

At that time, I focused my attention on her clit only. I began planting tiny, sucking kisses upon her joy button. Her fingers stopped pulling at my hair, but she held my head as if she couldn't decide to pull me in or push me away. Shortly, I felt quivers race through her legs with each kiss I planted. I slipped my right hand between her thighs in such a way that I could insert my thumb in her pussy and press my middle finger against the rosebud of her anus. My thumb slid all the way into her lust-slick love tunnel, and I began to wiggle the tip in time with the music.​