Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

It had been a week and all the pairs were enjoying their sex lives in their respective rooms without any hindrance. Today was Sunday morning and none of the occupants had awoken yet. Through the frame of the windows of their rooms entered the vibrant glow of a new day, telling a picture-perfect day awaiting. Golden threads of morning light transformed the night dreaming into an ambient optimism. It was a Sunday morning, a relaxation day for all. No need to be hurried, just lie on the bed for a few more hours. Morning arrived as a mother's gentle hand, inviting the dreams of the night to enter the day. Golden rays of the morn tide came as invitations to the day. In the morning there was more joy in the part of all occupants of the bungalow that peeked through the windows of their eyes. In the morning there was more love awaiting a chance to jump into the air in that silent crackle they sensed with their soul. In the morning there was a more deep sweetness that resonated within and found a way to express this energy that was them. The curtains added an orange glow to the morning light, every morning a perfect sunrise.

Dipankar was awoken from his sleep by a bright ray of sunlight that falls on him through the bedroom window, to remind him that another day had begun. The first rays of sunlight lit up the room. The dawn chorus of melodic birdsong drifted in. The material of cloth sheet covered their bodies was warm beneath his fingers. He glanced towards a sleeping Arpita who was sleeping peacefully with her closed eyes clinging to his naked body tightly and when the sun flooded the room, painting the colors anew, he felt a little of those golden rays soak into her skin. Warm yellow rays wafting through a window, the morning light permeated the room through the window blinds.

The golden light sparkled the face of Arpita. He wanted to wake her up with a kiss. Dipankar kissed Arpita with ferocity, taking her mouth with a burning possession, tasting her sweetness with deep, languid licks. She whimpered. The vibration sizzled straight through him and stiffened his already erect cock. Dipankar pressed his hardness against the firm, silken flesh of her bottom. Being in with him in the allotted room without any intervenes by anybody, her presence kept his hunger for her eternally burning, never fully extinguished, despite fucking her every night for last some days after shifting to this room. Thank God of Rain. She had stolen his heart during their catching of chameleon in the jungle and their intense fucking at the shore of the stream and inside waterfall and he knew he would never get it back. By this time, Arpita had woken up and opened her eyes, feeling his kiss.

"Good morning, Dip baby," she cooed, twining her hand around his neck.

"Good morning." Dipankar smiled and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "I'm so hard for you."

"And I'm wet for you," she smiled.

Her thick black mane of hair lay like an exotic fan across the white pillowcase. Her breath was slow and steady, the side profile of her breasts readily visible. Her nipples stiffened, magnifying the fullness of her ample curves. She was stunning. A lazy half-smile spread across her face, an expression she saved for him--a look she gave when she wanted him to tear off all of her clothes and ravage her body. Dipankar traced his fingers along her skin until his fingertips met a peaked nipple. She melted into him, pressing her warm, curvy ass against his hard-on. The lush carnality of her body swept over him, he grew harder. Dipankar pressed his cock against her bottom and kissed her, his tongue blazing a trail from her ear to her jaw, and finally to her hot lips.

Arpita slid her hands along the muscles of his chest and their breath grew rapid and pressured as their tongues probed one another's mouths. Dipankar caught her lower lip between his teeth and she let out a soft moan. Pushing himself upright, Dipankar swept the covers aside and outlined a path from her breast to her hip. Then he gentled her onto her back and pressed her knees apart so he could rub her clit over her panties, noting the growing wetness of the fabric. Cheeks flushed, black eyes bright, she watched as he lowered himself to her full breast. Her expression displayed the raw, savage effect he had on her. She never hid it, never hid her fierce hunger for him. She was so open and needy and sexy as fuck. His chest tightened.

Dipankar kissed his way down her cheek to her jaw, licking and nipping at her neck and then lower, her chest sex-flushed scarlet and heaving. Her full breasts were plump with arousal, her nipples stiffened into hard peaks. He devoured her left nipple, suckling and nipping with need. When he bit down on the beaded tip, she inhaled sharply, her fingertips raking the skin of his back as he slid his hand into her panties. She was completely soaked. And he needed to taste her. Dipankar lowered himself down and grasped her ankles, pushing her legs up, reveling in her gorgeous curves. Her beauty had grown in their days together, her body more mature, the round swells of her breasts and hips and tiny waist the epitome of womanhood. He slid her panties to mid-thigh and glanced up at her. They locked gazes and she smiled, that sensual smile as she allowed her knees to drop closer to her body, exposing her most private, vulnerable part.

Perfectly coiffed, her slick pink folds glistened in the soft sun that danced against her tan skin. Dipankar lifted her legs high for better access and kissed the back of the thighs. Her breath caught in anticipation of what was about to come, and he slowed his descent down, kissing and licking a trail along the back of her legs, slow, deliberate torture. Finally, the need to taste her sweet flavor overpowered him and he took a long, slow lick of her silky sex. As soon as his tongue met the delicate skin of her clitoris she audibly gasped. He slid his tongue along her slick folds and her legs parted in response.

Her nectar was intoxicating and his raging cock strained as he lapped at her in long, lazy strokes. She moaned involuntarily and her chest rose and fell with irregular breaths. He reached up and rolled her tight nipple around in his fingertips, eliciting a breathy moan. He watched her face as he slid one finger into her, owning her, and then two fingers. Her lips parted, her skin flushed in a mask of ecstasy from his ministrations. Then he pulled her panties off, slow and steady, prolonging the sweet agony. He kissed her feet and when her panties dropped to the floor she parted her legs wide, her sex quivering with anticipation. His mouth was on her the next instant and she moaned, her knees dropping apart even further. She clutched the back of his head and forced his tongue to work until she was dripping wet.

Dipankar reached down and stroked his cock, now wet with pre-cum. As if sensing his urgency she sat upright on the bed and pushed him to his back. His hard-on lay heavy and thick against his belly, begging for her expert touch. Within a few days, she knew like no other woman. Not even his wife Madhu who was now shifted to Uncle Arnab's room. Arpita grasped the base with her tiny hand and her pink nails looked so perfect wrapped around his thick root. She glanced up at him, her fuchsia lips parted, her mouth curving up at the corner in a sly smile. Then she took one long lick of the crown. Dipankar had never imagined nor dreamed that the tiny baby of his friend Debasish who was born before him, the tiny baby girl whom he cuddled from her infancy would sleep with him like his wife one day and suck his cock at this very moment.

Sensation exploded within him, radiating from his core with that one lick and he groaned. Spurned on, Arpita took his cock inside her warm, wet mouth. Pink lips covered his cock, her black eyes pinned to his as she sucked, taking his length. Dipankar's eyes widened as she reached the base, amazed she could take it all. Arpita pulled back with firm suction and the air felt cold where her mouth had once been. She pumped him and caressed his balls with her pretty little hand. She licked at the crown, her tongue swirling, slow, leisurely circles around and around and up and down, finally taking him back into her mouth once again. Dipankar arched his back in feverish abandon. His balls tightened as his cock throbbed, desperately needing to sink into her, to fill her, to claim and possess every inch of her.

"Stop," he commanded, "So close."

Dipankar rose and pushed her to her back, spreading her legs wide where he nestled his hard-on at the entrance to her puffy cunt. She reached down and grasped his cock, pumping it, sliding it against her slick pussy. He needed to be inside her. He pressed his cockhead into her pink opening and when he met resistance pushed further, finally breaching her tender flesh. Her soft moans ignited him further and the next moment he was completely buried inside her, surrounded by her moist heat. He looked down, watching, hypnotized by the beauty of seeing his thick cock moving in and out, repeatedly disappearing into his teen niece. It was the perfect vantage point to see her plump breasts bounce with every thrust, her engorged clitoris throbbing with arousal. He hitched his thumb under her right knee and pushed her leg back and sank in even further. Pleasure radiated throughout his body from the hot, tight flesh encompassing his cock.

Dipankar grasped her curvy ass and with a wild ferocity, flipped her onto her side. He looked down at her round ass, the full, firm flesh, and pressed his cock down between her cheeks. Arpita responded by pushing back with her hips, raising them so he had perfect access. Dipankar stroked her clit and using the pads of his fingers, traced the slick opening of her cleft. Then using just his middle finger he delved into her and she trembled, her hips rising as he touched her scorching core where his scorching cock would soon follow. He fingered her with a deliberate, tantalizing touch as she squirmed and panted, her sex softening even further. Dipankar rubbed his cockhead against her soft blackish pink folds, up and down, against her clit, back to her ass as she quivered. He repeated this several times until her entire body had broken out in a sheen of sweat. She panted and clawed at the sheets.

"Oh, Dip baby," she moaned, "Please. I can't wait."

Once again, he thrust his cock into her with a low growl. This time her flesh resisted only momentarily before giving way completely. He buried himself to the hilt inside her wet heat. Their flesh slid against one another, hot and slick with sweat. Her softness surrendered to his unyielding hardness. He almost couldn't breathe for the pleasure.

"Ooh!" She sighed when his cock reached that tender spot deep inside.

"You're mine," The words came from his mouth in a guttural, savage voice.

His thoughts returned briefly to Arpita whom he cradled along with his daughter Bipasha in their childhood and always they used to sit on his lap but all of a sudden that child became a big girl sitting on his lap and watching the fucking of chameleons in the jungle and seduced him. It happened to him when he had fucked Arpita in the jungle only a few days ago. Right now it felt so amazing--like he hadn't been inside a woman in ages. Dipankar turned her over onto her belly, pulled her hips upward, and sank back into her from behind. He watched as he withdrew his cock, the juices so thick and wet he was riveted by the evidence of her heavy arousal. Knowing how turned on she was for him encouraged him further and he plunged into her, ravenous and greedy, filling her from root to tip. Their animal smell scented the air around them, a thick, pungent aroma of sex. Dipankar could feel she was stretched as far as possible, almost too far, so perfectly tight. He drove his cock in and out, unable to stop himself from pushing her to the limit, to take as much as he could, as hard as he could. Her mouth was open and her breathing was rapid, moans erupting from every thrust.

"Oh, God," she whispered through ragged breaths, "I'm so close."

Dipankar was wild with the knowledge that he could do this to her, impact such an unabashedly sensual girl. The friction of her sex was heightened by the tilt of her ass and when her hips began to undulate, her core clenching, he knew she was close to coming. Dipankar pounded his raging cock into her harder and faster, grasping her shoulders and the nape of her neck to immobilize her, his hips bucking. She shrieked as the climax shuddered through her body from head to toe. Tension built, deep at his core and coiled up, arousal mounting inside until finally, without warning, his climax charged up and he lost all control.

"Ahh, fuck!" he cursed.

With a guttural moan his orgasm tore through him, and savagery took over. His hips jerked wildly as his cock exploded, and he spurted hot and hard inside her pussy. Arpita felt the hot lava falling inside her pussy washing the walls of cunt wall and falling deep inside her cervix.

The sun poured through the window. A sunlit room. Warm yellow rays wafting through the window. Another day had dawned, bringing with it new hopes and aspirations. Arnab breathed in deeply. A new day had begun. He reached his hand out to the fabric of the cloth sheet covering their naked bodies, noticing how up close the light was pouring through every open space between fibers, no different from how it once came through outside, illuminating like brilliant fireflies each dawn.

Madhu opened her eyes to see his grey hair resting on the pillow. She put her arm around him to squeeze his body closer to hers. She glanced at his thick, knotty hair on his chest, and the two big swells his breast muscles make.... She pretended to wake up, and turned to him, but did not open her legs. She wanted him to open them for her. He did, and she became soft and wet where his fingers were strong and hard. She would be softer than she ever had been before. All her strength was in his hand.

"Good morning, gorgeous," Arnab turned to kiss her.

"Don't dare to kiss me; I'm married to your nephew." She jerked back with a teasing smile.

"Yeah, but now, you are my wife without marrying me." Arnab laughed, leaned in, and kissed her gently on the lip. She paused for a second and looked around the room.

"You okay? You look radiant and bright like the morning sun," said Arnab.

"Because last night, I had a good fuck from you," replied Madhu.

"What are you talking about?" He half sat up on the bed.

They were lying on the bed leaning into each other, she was on top of him, her mouth on his nipple, her hand moving his dick slowly. An intricate science, his whole body imprisoned there.

"Hush," he said, "Hush. Yes, it has to be given."

And he kissed her eyelids again, then her lips. And the kiss continued past the point where he usually broke off. Then, slowly, he pulled away. She groped for him, as though she was blind, "Arn, my husband, my father-in-law, please, please!" her lips touched his.

And he was kissing her again, and slipping the shorty nightgown over her head. His strong and gentle hands began to stroke her, his hands, his lips, his tongue. Gentle. Not frightening. Knowing what he was doing. Her flesh was innocent and warm. She felt her nipples rise, and it startled her. His prick was hard. She took it in her hand. She straddled him. Her hair was loose. It was cut straight across at the level of her shoulders. It was hanging forward, hiding her face, except for her eyes, which she was holding shut tight. She was being careful about his cock, leaving it alone so far. On his back meant fun for him, Madhu taking her time. He took her left hand and sucked the ends of her fingers in turn.

"You're mine," Arnab said softly, pressing himself into her depths.

"Mine alone, now and forever. Mine, as you were the first person to take my virginity during swimming competition when I was hardly 18 years," she pulled against his grip and sucked in her breath with a faint "ah" as he pressed even deeper.

"Aye, my daughter-in-law, sorry! My wife now," he whispered. "I want to own you, to possess you, body and soul."

They kissed, and it was in this moment of relative optimism for Madhu that she felt his arms tense, and suddenly, in one deft athletic move, Arnab had rolled on top of her, and though his weight was mostly through his elbows and forearms planted on either side of her head, she was pinned down and a little breathless beneath his bulk. Her neck was the most sensitive part of her body, and his jaw line was sending a wildfire to her brain. He chuckled against her skin and nipped playfully along her jaw.

Each kiss had her getting wetter. His parted lips followed the curve of her breast. Then he lifted his head and visually devoured her nakedness. He cupped one breast in his hand and played with the dusky crest until it became stiff. Growling with gratification, he ducked his head and whisked it with his tongue, again and again, until Madhu clung to him for support. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed the palm, then carried it down to his sex. He acquainted her with the dimension, the power, and strength, of his desire for her. Madhu wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him a few times, but then he was hooking an arm under her knee and lifting her leg so that she was open to him. His strong fingertips softly stroked her clit before sinking a finger deep inside her. Her legs jerked and held on to him tighter as nerves sang through her body. His mouth dropped back to her breast while his fingers continued their assault. At first just one and then two, over and over and over again. The sensations were too much.

"Yes, Arn, my dear father-in-law, my husband," she bucked, pushing her hips up to deepen his touch. Everything--his touch, his smell, his passion--was overwhelming, and it was all for her. Every muscle in her stomach contracted in time with his fingers as they slid in and out of her.

His mouth switched breasts and then lifted so that he was kissing her lips harder than before. His mouth slipped below her left ear and started nibbling and sucking.

"God, Arn, please," she moaned.

"Please what?" he asked.

"I don't know. Just," she panted.

"A-Arn," she gasped, feeling her body starting to lock up, "I'm going to come."

He didn't stop but sped up, driving her body higher as he had already thrust two fingers inside her, crooking those and hitting her in the spot that turned her moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm until she exploded. Madhu shuddered against him, her legs quaking, and when he finally slowed to look up at her, he saw her body was still quaking, her hair was a wild tumble, her face was glowing and his fingers were still stroking in and out of her slowly as his hand slipped between the cunt lips. His cheek rubbed against her as his teeth nibbled at her ear.

Then Arnab looked at her and said, "Dear Madhu, I think a lot of juices have gushed out, I want to drink these fresh morning juices."

"My dear husband, these are fresh morning juices only meant for you only," she smiled.

Arnab put his head between her legs, nuzzling at first. His beard was a little rough on the insides of her thighs. She pulled his head more forcibly between her legs motioning, and he bent down and put his mouth on hers. With his lips, then his tongue, he struck fire. She had to cry out in astonishment, in gratitude at being touched in that right place. He drove his tongue inside her, setting off another shattering moan that was music to his ears. She was quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and if he touched her right, she made the most glorious sounds -- raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as he plundered her with his tongue. She grabbed his hair, yanked, and pulled him closer as he'd told her to do. He took it, the white character, and they passed it back and forth between her pussy lips.

Arnab gasped for breath as she wrapped her fingers around his cock which was an aphrodisiac. He had so much heat trapped in his dick and her mind was whirling with all the ways she could help him release it.

"Fuck, Madhu," he groaned as she slid her hand up and down his cock, "I want you."

Before she could say a word, he was over her. His hands squeezed her hips, holding her down as if he thought she was going to go somewhere. Not on his life. Holding her breath, she waited until he was between her legs, and then she guided his cock to her entrance.

"Arn, wait, let me insert it properly," Madhu said.

It was in this spirit that she slid her right hand down between his groin and hers. He lifted a little to let her through. She found his testicles first and, she curled her fingers softly around this extraordinary bristling item. Drawing her fingers across its underside, she arrived at the base of his penis, which she held with extreme care, for she had no idea how sensitive or robust it was. She trailed her fingers along its length, noting with interest its silky texture, right to the tip, which she lightly stroked; and then, she moved back down a little, to take his penis firmly, about halfway along, and pulled it downwards, a slight adjustment, until she felt it just touching her labia. She took his fingers out of his and put her hands on his behind. She began to feel those little bits of color floating up into her-- deep in her.

"Now, you can push," she commanded.

He drove himself harder into her. She was whining with pleasure and that was good. She would climax again right away.

He sank into her in one fluid motion, "Oh, fuckkk."

His words were a cross between a moan and a groan. Her back arched and her mouth let out a guttural gasp as he stilled deep within her.

"God, Madhu," Arnab hissed, his muscles straining as he held himself back until she adjusted to him.

Arnab moved slowly at first before picking up his pace, and she pushed up to meet each thrust as he pounded into her. Grabbing her leg, he lifted it and stretched her so that it was over her head and he was deep, deeper than she'd ever imagined. His rhythm was hard but so fucking perfect. Tilting her hips, she tried to meet his thrusts, but the need inside her was begging for release and it was all she could do to hold it back because she didn't want this one to end. Arnab apparently wasn't willing to let her keep what bit of control she was clinging to because his thrusts turned too slow and deep as he rocked against her so he was rubbing against her clit with a delicious pressure.

"Fuckkkkk--" he groaned.

Madhu reached up and pulled their mouths together as her vision blurred under the onslaught of pleasure.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," Arnab cried.

He didn't stop as her body gripped him and her heart tried to hammer its way out of her chest. He kept on, slowing himself. He pushed her knees up higher. He was almost there and so was she, again. The tightness in her tummy increased as her release continued to build. Her head began to spin. Her pussy tightened around his cock. Madhu bit her lip and started to shake. Her hands looked for something to grasp as though she needed to anchor her body to absorb the impact. An explosion ripped through her pussy. Madhu screamed out from the unbearable pleasure that surged through every muscle in her body. She gasped for air. Her body jerked hard, then again and again. His big cock continued to pound into her over and over. She could feel her pussy twitch and gush around his swollen girth.

She reached orgasm violently, Arnab could feel her cunt muscles contracting and expanding, gripping his cock tightly, and her whole body in ecstatic spasms, her cunt muscles all of a sudden gripping his cock, squeezing his cock. Arnab remained still, allowing her to enjoy the long-drawn multiple orgasms. Her orgasm didn't stop it just slowed. Juices streamed down her thighs. The velvet-lined sheath of her vagina clutched at him and he felt an electric jolt of pleasure rip through his cock making it lurch down deep inside her seething cunt. The more he moved inside, the longer her orgasm stretched until she was ready to beg him to stop. Then, like a flick of a switch, his thrusts turned to pound once again, she could feel his cock hardening. Her hands slipped along his sweat-slicked shoulders and she wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him into her.

Her body quivered as his cock pulsed inside her, allowed himself to ejaculate hot loads of thick juice filling her cunt. Her name mingled with the word fuck as his muscles stiffened and his eyelids squeezed closed. And then the knot at the root of his cock dissolved in fire, melting. He shouted when he came. Then she was snorting, trying to say something. She was telling him to stop. She had come a second time and she wanted him to stop. His muscular back arching in spasms, emptied himself over her in gouts, in vigorous but diminishing quantities, filling the dam of her pussy. After some time, he withdrew himself but he was not finished yet, the last contents inside his cock splattered over her navel, coating her belly, thighs, and even a portion of her chin and kneecap in a tepid, viscous fluid. They disengaged, shaking.

Bhashkar woke up early in the morning, the sky was bright. The light of dawn seeped into the room. He rubbed his bleary eyes and walked to the window. There was a pearly glow in the sky. The first rays of sunlight lit up the room. The dawn chorus of melodic. The birds were chirping and enjoying the cool breeze. The dew drops were falling from the leaves of the plants. When Bhashkar saw Ashmita opening her eyes, he came near to bed and kissed her on her lips. Then he lay beside her. Her hand touches his chest and begins to fall in excruciating slow designs. He lay still as a dog beneath it. Their lips met and the world seemed to melt away around them. Two lovers embraced, adrift in the eternal inertia of vast warm morning light. She was too bright to look at, yet too bright to look away. A combination of being happy and carefree, Like sleeping without dreaming.

Ashmita was looking Like satisfyingly undisturbed, An object untouched yet unmoved. Bhashkar pressed his body against hers, spreading her legs so he could press his hard-on against her wet panties. Ashmita gripped the back of his head with her fingernails running through his coarse black hair. Her legs wrapped around his hips, locked her feet behind his ass to draw him in closer.

He started to probe her beautiful mouth with his unusually dexterous tongue. She started sucking and flicking it with the end of hers. His hands devoured her body; he kissed her neck and sucked her earlobe, his hot breath tickling her ear, his hard dick grinding against her swollen clit until she was about to come. Bhashkar managed to pull himself back before she got hers.

"Good morning dear, you are something else, you mean so much to me. I love you! Without you, there is no me. my dear." Bhashkar said.

Ashmita smiled and said, "Good morning my special guy. Have a great day! You're the greatest guy I've ever met."

"Your white nightgown looks splendid and sexy but I would have preferred you completely naked while you are in morning bed," Bhashkar said.

"There is no harm if you get me completely naked now," she smiled.

Bhashkar took a red cherry from the plate and traced the tip of it around Ashmita's plump red lips.

"No, no, I have not brushed my teeth!" she objected.

"Does it make any difference?" he smiled.

Ashmita also smiled and bit into it, red juice dripping down her cleavage and onto her white gown, leaving a stain. She gasped, pushed him back as he tried to lick it off her breasts.

"Oh no! I have to take this off! Quick, un-zip me!" Ashmita leaped up and turned around with her hands on the bed and bent over slightly, smiling at him over her shoulder.

"You're the boss!" Bhashkar said while slowly pulling the zipper down of the gown from her backside.

"Fuck yes I am. But let me return from the bathroom after peeing" Ashmita said, slipping out of the gown to reveal an extremely sexy nude lace bodice with matching panties. Bhashkar was awestruck, stood bent over in pain as she bent over to grab the towel from the side of the bed, wrapped herself covered with the towel, and preceded towards the bathroom outside. He fell to his knees at the sight of her ass walking away from him, firm as a crisp apple begging to be bitten. She looked back at him and winked before closing the door behind her. He took off all his clothes except his boxers and looked around, momentarily unsure of what to do with himself. He lounged on the bed, sat on the couch with an arm out and his leg crossed over his knee. At that moment, Ashmita opened the door with one hand high up on the frame, her foxy figure back-lit by the bright morning light. Bhashkar stared, astounded by her stunning form, and paralyzed by arousal. Bhashkar sprang up from the bed and dragged the towel from her body and now Ashmita was completely naked with her round erected breasts and he could see her patch of triangle patch of black hair between her legs which were in contrast to her white creamy body. He lifted her to the bed.

Bhashkar dove his face-first into her pussy, using his strong tongue to move inside her labia. She let out some deep, sexy moans as he licked her hairy lips and pulled the small tuft of bush on her mound. His mouth was so well trained to produce any sound, they didn't even have to be coming out of him. He licked her erect clit upwards while his hands reached up to pinch her nipples. Ashmita pushed his head into her hips, grinding her pussy against his mouth, his nose, and his big shovel-shaped chin. When Bhashkar felt her getting close, he inserted two strong fingers, palm-up.

He sucked on her clit like a miniature dick while he finger fucked her deep and hard. Bhashkar licked and sucked the dark red folds of her snatch, luxuriously circling the head of her clit with the tip of his agile tongue. Her wetness started to drip down his wrist so his tongue replaced his fingers, fucking her with it and drinking her juices. His well-muscled arms wrapped around her thighs, pushed his face into her like he wanted to climb inside. She cried out in ecstasy as her legs clenched, a burst of wetness washed down his throat, covered his face, his chin, his neck, and dripped down onto his glistening, wispy grey chest hair. His dark eyes rolled back in his head as he tasted the most delicious flavor of his life.

"Thank you..." Ashmita sighed, panting.

"My pleasure, baby doll," said Bhashkar, grinning.

Ashmita's intense arousal was instantly restored, she grabbed Bhashkar's face and kissed him hard, sucking her flavor off of his face.

"Fuck me." She commanded as he kissed her heaving breasts.

One arm behind her head, she smiled and wiggled her eyebrows at him. Bhashkar traced his fingertips from her elbow, down the underside of her arm, tickling her armpit slightly so she giggled through her nose. Her laugh seemed to have a direct connection to his dick, which twitched, begged to be inside her. Ashmita sensed his need, pulled him down on top of her, wrapped her shapely legs around him. They kissed, soft at first, increasing to full-on mutual tongue throat fucking. Bhaskar's deft fingers made quick work on her supple alabaster flesh, voluptuous breasts, and pink flower petal nipples. His skilled lips and tongue made them hard. Bhashkar stood by the edge of the bed with an expression like a kid on Christmas morning. He marveled over her beauty, took her hand and kissed her palm, took her foot, and kissed the inside of the arch as she giggled again. One pretty foot massaged his cock through his cotton boxers while he sucked the toes of her other foot. He picked up both of her feet, licked them up and down as she laughed with delight. Bhashkar made a guttural grunt of desire and rubbed both of her feet on his cock. Ashmita lifted one finger and beckoned, a sensual smile curling on her lips.

Ashmita flipped Bhashkar over on the bed, surprising him with her strength. She positioned him upright against the pillows, kneeling between his legs, prostrate before him. Not a trace of submission in her expression or tone, she asked, "May I suck your dick, please?" grinning, intent like a tigress about to pounce.

"Well, sure my dear," Bhashkar grinned back.

Ashmita slowly worked her fingertips under his elastic waistband, delicious anticipation tingling through them both. She ripped the shorts off of him with a magician's flourish and gasped. Bhashkar paused, anxiously awaiting her reaction to the biggest erection he'd ever had. Ashmita was awestruck. Her eyes wide, open-mouthed, she traced her fingertips up his thighs toward his dick, giving him goosebumps. Warm breath caressed the head of his dick as she teased the tip, almost touching it to her plush pink lips. Discomfort mixed with euphoria made Bhashkar twitch, but he restrained the urge to shove it in her mouth. She smiled, noticed his self-control, gave him a wink, and stuck her tongue out, wagged it like a snake before giving a long, slow, wet lick from the base to the shiny purple head. A deep moan of eminent satisfaction escaped Bhashkar as her pretty mouth engulfed his throbbing cock.

Looking up at Bhashkar in utter adoration, Ashmita gave him a long, slow blowjob, pressing her pillowy tits against his balls, her nipples getting harder as the hair tickled them. Her perky lips drew consuming waves of pleasure up the shaft of his cock, her serpentine tongue tickling the tip, never breaking eye contact as she swooped down to happily lap at his taint. His fingers entwined her black tresses as she fucked him with her face, working his cock so far down her throat; she managed to lick his balls. She sensed the increasing fervor of his moans and pulled back with a long strand of pre-come trailing from her lips, connected to the tip of his dick. Bhashkar laughed out loud as she slurped the fluid into her pursed lips like a strand of spaghetti, kissing the tip and mocking bashful.

"Haha, such a lady!" Bhashkar pulled her up by the face and kissed her lips, tasting both of their flavors mixed.

"I'm a tramp for these meatballs!" Ashmita said, ducking down to eagerly lick them while making little whimpers of pleasure until they both collapsed in laughter. Bhashkar used his unexpected strength to flip her around so she was sitting on his face, ass towards him. He locked his strapping arms behind her back and sucked her pussy lips while her head bobbed up and down on his dick. She came up for air with an audible pop.

"How do you like the morning juice!" Ashmita shouted with Bhashkar's face buried inside her.

"What? You first tell me how do you like the fresh popsicle!" Bhashkar said, sticking his head out from behind her, amused.

"Popsicle should be cold but it is very hot!" She said, churning his cock with her slippery hands.

"Really!..." and he buried his face in her ass, motor boating her pussy lips, licking and sticking his tongue in her asshole. She came for the second time, drenching his face in her juices, which he happily lapped up, growling like a dog.

"Sit on my cock, baby girl," Bhashkar commanded. Ashmita hopped up and stood above him with quim-soaked thighs and a ravenous smile alighting her glittering green eyes.

"Yes sir, Mr. Great fucker!" She said, lowering herself onto his dick and gripping it with her toned pussy muscles.

"Uhhh... You can call me only fucker." He groaned.

Ashmita started to bounce on his cock, running her fingers through his chest hair as Bhashkar bucked his hips into her pelvis, getting as deep inside her as he possibly could.

"Yes sir, fucker..." Ashmita winked.

He pulled her body down on top of him so he could kiss her and wrap his arms around her back so her tits were pressed against his bear-ish barrel chest. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and pulled him upright, still locked in a kiss. He flipped her on her back and she let out a surprised yelp followed by a laugh. He lifted her hips until she was in a back-bend and pounded her using all of his pent-up sexual energy. Henry fucked her with a vigor he hadn't felt in years, electrified by her exuberance. Feeling the toned muscles of her snatch clench around his cock almost made Bhashkar come before he flipped her around.

He licked her from behind again while she looked back at him, smiling and moaning in ecstasy. His chin was dripping when he came up for air and started fucking her doggy style.

"Bark like a dog!" Ashmita shouted as she started to come. Bhashkar barked loudly while she collapsed in orgasmic laughter. The glorious joy flowing from her was too much for him.

Bhashkar could not control anymore and came so hard inside of her that he felt like he was going to turn inside out. He ejaculated thick loads of sperm into her cunt, pouring his thick hot sperm filling her cunt.A moment passed, then another, his cock finally ejaculated loads and loads of hot lava, thick sperm into her cunt. She gripped his cock, squeezed and sucked all his sperm with her cunt muscles into her, draining and emptying him, squeezed out every last drop. They collapsed on the bed together, he wrapped his arms around her, she rubbed her ass on his still-hard cock and smiled.

"That was awesome..." Bhashkar said.

Ashmita giggled and turned toward Bhashkar, brushing his face with her fingertips.

"Yes, my father-in-law..." She said with a wink. He raised an eyebrow at her, amused... not really sure how to feel about that.

The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky. Golden fingers of sunlight lit up the scene and entered the room. Kaberi, the old lady opened her eyes and could feel the warmness of the morning. The atmosphere was beautiful yet normal at that moment. She looked at the young boy, Mihir, lying naked beside her. She loved this young boy, Mihir, their cook. All her senses flew into one unanimous feeling of love towards this boy. She would always like his sadism to her; she would always like her submission before him. She would always derive an erotic pleasure when he would beat her, slap her and kick her like a master to a slave. She was a rich lady who would always enjoy being beaten by this young cook. Kaberi got up from the bed and stood near the window. At that moment, the young boy, Mihir opened his eyes. He sat on the bed and looked at a naked Kaberi who was standing by the window. Mihir was just looking at her fine naked body, damp with sweat and happiness, which made his big thing all hard again. Kaberi glanced at his cock, the thing burning in the light of the window was thick and dark as a tree branch, it sprouted like a vine from between his legs, carried aloft by a powerful vein that precisely divided his body, and flourished upwards like the spreading top branches of a tree, or, she once thought while looking at a map of India, like the course of the River Ganges and its tributaries.

"Come over here," Mihir ordered her.

Mihir pulled up the tangled sheets so that she could join him on the bed again. And soon the old lady was grinding her damp bottom against his chest, belly, and mouth and strands of her dyed black hair came slipping down between their lips as they kissed. Then she mounted him and rocked back and forth on his chest with her naked flesh until things got all twisted and hot inside and both their hearts burst (pounding like conga drums) and they fell back exhausted, resting until they were ready for more. It was just a love tease of Kaberi to this young boy to appease him but she was mentally not ready for a morning fuck. This boy was very unpredictable as per his whims and wish.

Mihir moved a bit near to her to squeeze her just exposed heavenly breasts. He let out a moan of pleasure as he felt the smoothness of her old sagging but big breasts, the taut milky white skin, and perky pink nipples. Without much ado, he took the right one in his mouth and started to suck with all his might; mauling and pinching the left one with his right hand. All this while, her mangal sutra oscillated in between her breasts. The sensation of something wet brought Kaberi to her senses, She realized that that 'something wet' on her breast was the saliva of Mihir, pouring out copiously from his dirty mouth. She tried to wriggle again, to free her breasts from the painful assault, but couldn't move an inch due to the grip which Mihir had around her waist with his left hand, but she was enjoying his ravish and forceful approach.​