Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

Although Mihir would have loved to play with such perfect breasts all day long, there was no time, he had to attend the kitchen for preparing morning coffee for all family members. Letting go of her breasts, he adjusted her body, pulling her off the bed slightly, with his left hand holding her around her waist. He spread her legs apart, pushing at her smooth soft thighs with his dark hairy ones, and positioned himself between them. All this while, she tried to oppose every movement of his rough fucking, but she just didn't have the strength to match him. With his free right hand, he placed his fully erect penis at the entrance of her vagina, its moist pre-cum coated tip touching the lips of her pink vulva. His penis gave the biggest twitch of excitement at the starting of the day while she shuddered with fear.

Still holding her by her waist with his left hand, Mihir used his right one to guide the tip of his penis beyond her vulval lips, his penis throbbing with ecstasy at their tightness. He left it there, at the edge of her vagina, and moved his right hand to her face, which was ashen with fear. He gripped her jaw tightly with his right hand, forced her face straight, and aligned it with his own; their nose tips barely a centimeter away. She looked at his face. He still had that evil smile etched all over it. He saw her beautiful face and read her fear. He could feel her feeble attempts at wriggling herself free from his grip, and then, see her pearly tears roll down her elegant cheeks as she resigned to her fate. Holding her jaw, he made sure her eyes were fixed on his own; as, with one forceful thrust of his pelvis, he tore into her dry vagina.

Kaberi shrieked out in pain as his penis assaulted her dry vagina. Such was the force of his first thrust that his penis was almost completely embedded inside her the first time itself, she heard him release a low moan of pleasure. He saw her eyes dilate in shock and heard her groan in pain. Bringing his penis almost all the way out of her vagina, he thrust again, this time a little less forcefully as it regained its original depth. Then, as a man possessed, he began to piston his penis in and out of her vagina, in forceful rough thrusts, grunting like a pig every time the tip of his penis hit her cervix. She thought that this was her worst nightmare come true. With each thrust, she felt unbearable pain radiate from her vagina, to all over her body, right to her head. Her initial loud shriek of pain had given way to low groans, which were synchronized with his thrusts; almost as if the energy of his thrusts traveled all the way up to her throat, vibrating her vocal cords of their own accord.

He stared into her helpless eyes as he continued to thrust in and out of her vagina, which had now begun to respond to his assault. Then all of a sudden, Mihir withdrew his penis from her cunt, and Kaberi was relaxed as she was writhing with pain.

"Kaberi, you old bitch, why am I not enjoying your cunt despite plunging deep inside?" he said in an irritating angry voice.

"Master, I was not prepared for sudden fucking of yours so inside of my vagina is still dry and I am feeling pain," she replied in a soft voice.

"This is a lame excuse, I know how to make you wet through punishment," he said in a mysterious look.

Mihir put his head between her legs, nuzzling at first. His sprouting young beard was a little rough on the insides of her thighs. With his lips, then his tongue, he struck fire. Kaberi had to cry out in astonishment, in gratitude at being touched in that right place. Somehow, it always made her grateful when a man finds the right place.

"Sit with your legs apart," again Mihir ordered in an authoritative voice.

Kaberi obeyed -- impotent out of choice, submissive because she wanted to be. She saw him looking between her legs.

"Stand up!" again he ordered.

She leaped up from the bed.

"Don't look at me. Lower your head, respect your master! Where is my coffee?" he said.

"I was just going to the kitchen but you woke up," Kaberi replied in a fearsome voice.

Before she could lower her head, she saw a slender and smooth twig of a flowering plant being removed from the corner of the room, then cracking through the air, as if it had a life of its own.

"Last night, I told you to get up early and prepare hot morning coffee for me so that the moment I woke up, I could sip the hot coffee in my bed," he said in an angry voice.

"I am sorry!" she replied in a repenting voice.

She felt like an object, a mere instrument, and incredible though it may seem, that feeling of submission gave her a sense of complete freedom. She was no longer the respected grandmother of two rich households, the one who commands respect, the one who orders others but now she was merely a maidservant, a slave; before the awesome power of this young boy, she was just an ordinary woman, as a slum woman of Kolkata.

"Come near to me," he ordered.

The order was delivered abruptly, without a flicker of desire, and yet, nothing could have been more erotic. Keeping her head down as a sign of reverence, Kaberi proceeded near to him.

"You're not behaving yourself, you know," he said, again the twig cracked through the air,

"You need to be punished. How dare a lady of your age contradict me? You should be on your knees before me!"

Kaberi made as if to kneel, but the twig brought her up short; for the first time, it touched her flesh -- her buttocks. It stung but seemed to leave no mark.

"Did I tell you to kneel?" he asked.

"No," she humbly replied.

The smooth twig again flicked across her buttocks.

"Say, No, Sahib!" he said.

Another stinging whiplash. For a fraction of a second, it occurred to her that she could either stop this right now or else choose to go through with it. And this was new, it was an Adventure, and she could decide later on if she wanted to continue. Once more she obeyed, keeping her head down, saying not a word. The whip cracked again, this time without touching her body.

"Keep your head down! You're here to be humiliated, to submit to my every desire, do you understand?"Mihir said in a stern voice.

"Yes, sahib, "she replied.

He picked out her petticoat, squeezed it like a rope, grabbed her arms, and tied on her wrists.

"You're going to get a good beating. Until you learn to behave yourself, "he said.

He slapped her bottom with the flat of his hand. Kaberi cried out; this time it had hurt.

"Oh, so you're complaining, are you? Well, I haven't even started yet," he said.

Before she could do anything, he went to the corner of the room and picked out his used underwear which was not washed for so many days, and gaged on her mouth. It didn't stop her speaking, she could still say "please spare me" or "sorry", but she felt now that it was her destiny to allow this boy to do whatever he wished with her, and there was no way she could escape now. She was naked, gagged, and tied. Another slap on her buttocks.

"Walk up and down!" he ordered again.

Kaberi started to walk, obeying his commands: 'stop', 'turn to the right', 'sit down, 'open your legs. He slapped her again and again, whether she deserved it or not, and she felt the pain and felt the humiliation -- which was more intense and more potent than the pain -- and she felt as if she were in another world, in which nothing existed, and it was an almost religious feeling: self-annihilation, subjective and a complete loss of any sense of Ego, desire or selfless!? She was very wet and very aroused, but unable to understand what was going on.

"Down on your knees again!" he ordered.

Since she always kept her head down, as a sign of obedience and humiliation, Kaberi could not see exactly what was happening, but she noticed that in that other universe, on that other planet, the boy was breathing hard, worn out with wielding the twig and spanking her hard on the buttocks, whilst she felt herself filling up with strength and energy. She had lost all shame now, and wasn't bothered about showing her pleasure; she started to moan, pleading with him to touch her, but, instead, the boy grabbed her and threw her onto the bed.

He violently forced her legs apart -- although she knew this violence would not actually harm her -- and tied each leg to one corner of the bed through her salwar and kameez which were lying near the bed. Now that her wrists were tied behind her, her legs splayed, her mouth gagged, when would he penetrate her? Couldn't he see that she was ready, that she wanted to serve him, that she was his slave, his creature, his object, and would do anything he ordered her to do?

She saw him place the end of the twig against her vagina. He rubbed it up and down, and when it touched her clitoris, she lost all control. She had no idea how long they had been there or how many times she had been spanked, but suddenly she came and had an orgasm. There was a burst of light, she felt herself entering a kind of black hole in her soul, in which intense pain and fear mingled with total pleasure, pushing her beyond all previously known limits and she moaned and screamed, her voice muffled by the gag, she writhed about on the bed, feeling the tied cloth pressing into her wrists and the tied clothes bruising her ankles, she moved as never before precisely because she could not move, she screamed as never before because she had a gag on her mouth and no one would be able to hear her. This was pain and pleasure, the end of the smooth twig pressing ever harder against her clitoris and the orgasm flooding out of her mouth, her vagina, her pores, her eyes, her skin.

Then Kaberi knelt before Mihir and requested, "My master, please Keep your cock inside me. I want your cock inside me."

"So, now, you admit that inside of your cunt is not dry and fully wet and you are ready for a fuck!" asked Mihir.

"Yes, Master, the inside is moistened and ready to receive your cock," she replied softly.

Then Mihir nodded his head with consent, eventually, she slipped to his side, wrapped in his arms. They lay facing each other as they kissed gently.

Kaberi could feel his hardness in her butt crack. He was lightly humping her. Kaberi started rocking back, enjoying his hardness and the moans that were softly emanating from his mouth. Mihir reached out and began stroking her back. He rolled over on top of her; Kaberi grabbed his shaft and guided it into her hungry pussy. She wanted more of his manly cum in her and she was going to get it.

Mihir was awakened by her soft moaning sounds and by the feeling of her bum rubbing against his now hard penis.

"Hey, you old bitch, I cannot fuck you. You have to fuck me," he said.

"OK, Master, let me do it," Kaberi replied.

She rolled on top of him and placed his cock at her entrance, slipped his rock-hard penis inside herself, and eased herself down to engulf his entire shaft. They made sweet love again. Mihir enjoyed her sitting on him. He held her hips giving him leverage to pull her down harder, rubbing her clit on his pelvic bone. She sat up giving him a view and access to her perfect breasts. Mihir loved playing with them as she rode his hardness slowly, up and down, forward and back, grinding on his pelvis to stimulate her clit.

"Oh my God, Master, You are tearing me apart," She said, "Fuck me, deeper, more and more."

Kaberi was moaning, "Oh, you are not only my master but my grandson also. Fuck me, fuck your grandmother, fuck me, my grandson, fuck me hard. Tear me apart. I need it. I have been waiting and hungry for so long to take your cock. Give it to me all the way in.'"

She was repeating the words again and again; cooing and crying loud, while moving bottom up to meet each of his strokes.

Mihir said, "Kaberi, You are a sexy bitch and your old cunt is like heaven, and you need to be fucked by me."

"Fuck meeee... fuck meee! Oh, fuck meeeeegooooodd," she cried in between thrusts.

"Oh baby, your pussy is so tight at this old age... you like my cock, don't you?" Mihir replied.

"Oh, yes. I love your cock right there just like that" with every pulse another word escaped her lips as if trying to hold against the tide of pleasure.

"Kaberi, my sweet sexy darling aphrodisiac grand maa, you are a cunt. You are a sexy bitchy slut. You are a tramp and whore. I am going to fuck you so hard and rip off your cunt," Mihir moaned.

'Yeah, Master, I am a bitch in heat, I am your slut Kaberi. You are a grandmother fucking boy. Fuck me, my grandson. Fuck your grandmother. Fill my cunt. I am yours. I am your slut and whore. Your fat cock is so long and big. Fuck me deeper, and more and more, rip me off. I have been waiting for you all these years to fill my cunt. 'Fuck me, my grandson," she said huskily.

"You are an ultimate kinky bitch," Mihir said, holding her ass started humping up.

Then all of a sudden, Mihir rolled down and withdrew his cock from her cunt.

"Bitch! Who do you think I am? Your husband! I am not here to please you, at that time you complained that you are feeling pain and now you are moaning with pleasure," he shrieked, anger sweeping his face and he slapped on her cheeks which became reddened as he had to teach this 'whore' a lesson.

Before Kaberi could fathom the reason for his abrupt halt, she had been flipped over. If her earlier position had been comfortable, this was hell as her shoulders were twisted abruptly and forcefully by him, making her delirious with pain. Her head now faced downwards, her knees were awkwardly bent. She felt her ass cheeks being drawn apart by his rough hands, she thought he would fuck her in a doggy position.

But then she heard him saying, "You old bitch, I have never tried your ass hole, and now I will fuck in your ass hole."

Kaberi had never done this thing ever in her life and she shivered and felt some wetness around her asshole, maybe he was putting his saliva there. As she realized what was going to happen to her, she let out another shriek, her second last one that morning. Her gleaming old buttocks glowed from the light of the risen morning sun as the triumphantly grinning boy hungrily guided them back toward his eagerly pulsating prick. His cock, swollen and bloated to immense length and thickness, jerked powerfully in anticipation. With no thought of mercy, he kneeled in closer behind her, and with his knees, he roughly spread the knees of the terrified old woman and began fervently working his fingers up and down the shadowy, tightly clenched crevice between her buttocks. Soon, his finger found the tiny crinkled asshole and it was dry and spongy. So it was going to hurt the aristocratic old bitch... so what! He grasped his heavy, thickly ridged penis and pressed its huge, impatiently throbbing head to the puckered little opening, and laughed as he heard her gasp.

"Oh, God! Noooo... Mihir... ohhh nooo! Pleasssee, my master!"Kaberi cried.

The cowering old lady helplessly on all fours before him couldn't believe what she was feeling as he prodded relentlessly at the small, defensively clenched mouth, trying to work into her there with his vengefully throbbing penis! Was this what they meant in the dirty jokes about dog fashion? Oh God, this couldn't be happening to her! He was straining and humping, trying to get that rigidly hardened penis into her tiny defenseless anal hole! Oh, God! It was unspeakably horrible, perverse beyond any imagination.

Cursing, Kaberi strove mightily but couldn't get the blunted head of his cock into the frantically clenched little opening. In desperation, the boy reached under Kaberi with one hand and parting the soft grey curls of her pubic hair, wormed his middle finger up into her startled and totally unprepared pussy. The old lady arched her back and screamed at this intimate invasion but, paying no heed to her entreaties, the youth savagely rotated it around in her grey-fringed cunt sliding his finger back and forth up and down the quivering sensitive opening. Within seconds, he could feel the juices forming despite her screaming and shaking. The enlarged clitoris began to harden and, with a keen sexual prowess gained from the back alleys of the slums, he concentrated on the little magic button. She bucked under him as his finger moved over it, rubbing and circling and teasing.

Soon her juices were flowing out from the depths of her automatically responding body, juices that felt warmly silken, copious, and sticky. They formed for Kaberi just as they would for any man. Moments later his finger was squishing back and forth, rubbing and smoothing, stabbing and fucking hotly up inside. The whitely kneeling old body quivered confusedly and moaned pitifully.

"Please... please... don't do this... please," she sobbed helplessly. Kaberi could feel her impending arousal at this dark maniac's plunging, teasing finger... responding even though she hated him as well as loved him, was terrified of him and loathed the very thought of his touching her! Still, though, her body reacted as if he were a lover she welcomed! Oh, God!

Mihir wormed his fingers teasingly in and out of the now wetly accepting pussy and then pressed some of the hotly seeping juices upward from her vagina to moisten over the fleshily crimped little asshole. The feel of the tender readying flesh in his hands sent his cock jerking wildly! God damn old bitch! His hand caught his impatiently throbbing prick jutting out from his loins like a machete, and pressed the slippery head against the frantically cringing rectal lips.

"Noooo... Ohhh... Pleeeeeease..." Kaberi screamed as she felt the prodding probe against the edges of her naked rectum. The pressure was unbearable as she felt the monstrously beating tip trying to invade her flesh. She'd die... no one could stand or take the enormous prick that the young ghetto youth was attempting to ram into her anus in his anger! It was perverted, depraved... debauchery that only the insane could want! That was it! He must be unbalanced... completely insane! Oh, God! How... who could deliver her from this hell?

Mihir drove harder, feeling tight, defensively clenched little opening beginning to give before his massive cock as he pressed deeper and harder at the tightly resisting passage leading to the virginal depths of her rounded white ass. Then with a quick wet plopping noise audible even above Kaberi's low, soulful groans, the plundering head popped hotly up inside. The anal ring muscles were so tight as they slipped warmly up over his cock tip that he gasped with pain, for they were as hard and rigid as steel! It was like being caught in a bear trap!

His hands came around and grabbed the heaving white breasts to give him additional leverage for ramming his prick straight into the heated depths of the violently trembling old lady's body. God! A white asshole was even tighter, he'd bet, than a white cunt. He stopped thinking and simply reacted as he felt the overpowering sensations being transmitted the entire long throbbing length of his penis. The wildly pulsating head was lodged just inside her tight little asshole and he could feel the heat and the convulsively squeezing muscles trying to expel him. He laughed harshly as he realized she was trying to shit him out. What the old lady didn't know was that all she had done by her struggles was take the intolerable pressure off and expand the tiny cringing aperture to a greater width. With a loud grunt of victory, he lunged forward, driving his massively beating male cock far up into the hotly velvet depths of her rectum. Paying no heed to her shrieks of pain, he ground away inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt and his heavy, sperm-filled testicles were slapping down against her helplessly flowered cunt below.

"Aaaaagggggghhhhhhhh..." Kaberi felt that her body must have been split open. The pain was searing her quaking flesh as the great ramming prick sliced her helplessly upturned buttocks in two! It simply couldn't be possible to survive such excruciating pain! The enormously hot stalk of flesh had stretched her tiny little anal hole so that every organ inside seemed to be mashed to ribbons! Oh, God! She wondered if she was bleeding internally. What a terribly humiliating way to die! She could only pray it would be quick... there seemed no way to make it painless, for the agony was increasing moment by moment as he pounded into her like a maniac.

"Kaberi, my slave, it is good, pleasing," Mihir grunted, feeling the tightly squeezing channel embracing the whole rigid length of his maleness from head to hilt. The muscles far up inside the old lady's asshole were frantically moving on and about his prick. God!

It was better than he would have ever believed it could be. The churning in his painfully bloated balls increased as he pulled out a little to look down with satisfaction at his mammoth cock in the tiny ass hole of the loudly squealing old lady.

"Goooddddd... Hhhhhhh... pleeeeeease... you're killing me!" she sobbed. Kaberi, the old lady was almost unconscious with the sheer intensity of the pain that swept her now in brutal waves of agony! Her long black and grey hair had become dampened from tears as she swung her head protesting from side to side. Deep shuddering sobs racked her and behind her, she could hear Mihir, the cook boy grunting and groaning in lewd passion as he then began fucking relentlessly in and out of her anus. The horror of what she must look like hit Kaberi then... with that young boy's lust-hardened penis impaled deep between her violently resisting buttock cheeks, his huge dark rigidness stuck into her like a sword in a loaf of bread.

Now his cock flexed heatedly far up inside her and she shrieked again, "Aiiieeee--you're killing me."

Mihir laughed harshly and in delight. "Do not be foolish, you old bitch.".

He made his prick jump again, laughing at her pleadings and the obscene words he was subjecting her to. Then he looked down in fascination as he pulled back, leaving only the head of his cock inside the tightly puckering nether ring, watching the thinly stretched little ridges of velvety brown flesh pull out with him. Enough! He brutally lunged forward then back into the heated depths of the old lady's writhing, clenching asshole. Man... it was a good fuck! Worth waiting so long!

The intense pressure was beautiful as he hammered it far up into her rectum again; her muscles were so tight that they deliciously skinned back the hard flesh of his prick, clutching around it like a warm, ever-tightening fist. She was screaming loud and long and that gave him pleasure too. Kaberi knew the inhuman wailings and ravings coming out her throat were the screams of a tortured maniac. She couldn't help it. They were completely unintelligible. Would she die a raving maniac? Death began to seem sweet and welcome for the pain had not lessened... but went on in agonized extensions! She could feel the boy begin to fuck into her rectum in earnest now, obscenely thrusting his heavy prick in and out of her loudly protesting, pain-wracked body. It was no use to scream-- no use at all! Completely subjugated now, tasting the humiliating dregs of her own degradation, Kaberi's head came down and she attempted to hide her face. The tears were like acid pouring from her eyes, and the sobs were brutal explosions of pain in her chest, and they were expressions that could only begin to intimate the terrible havoc that was being perpetrated back there on her defenseless anus!

"Ahhhh... Old baby... Bitch... it is good... a good fuck," Mihir crooned as he felt the lasciviously spiraling sensations of her asshole sheathed muscular wall clenching his hungrily throbbing cock ever so tightly.

He shoved in gleefully, watching the hotly pulsating little brown mouth devour his manhood so hungrily! After he was finished he would turn her over, make her suck it hard again, and then he would fuck her pussy until she screamed and fainted from joy. The old, aristocratic bitch would not get away with just one fuck! No... whole day today... he felt like he could fuck the whole world...His depraved obscenities reached Kaberi's ears but she gave no heed for her wildly laboring body was too busy as she arched to meet the barbarous fingers that were so passionately ravaging her flesh and then shoved back to warmly greet the huge, throbbing penis fucking into her stretched but blissfully filled asshole.

Her mind had snapped. She knew it, for otherwise, she could not feel this erotic, ecstatically rising bliss that emanated from the alien invasions of her body! She was reaching out of sight for some nirvana that would be peace and contentment and joy such as she had never known! This was real... whatever else was false... this was real! Was this what she had come all this way to find in this boy, this earthy, provocatively sensuous rapture that was sweeping over her so deliciously that she cared for nothing but its lewd continuance? Oh God... she didn't care! She had to have it! It was heaven she must never be without again!

Mihir could feel his orgasm coming faintly... like the long lonely wail of a freight train when it was very far away but with the sound growing stronger by the minute! He knew the time was here, but the machinery within his body had started so slowly and so unobtrusively that he was only now aware that within seconds he would gush like a geyser into the old lady's now hotly milking asshole and empty his balls in a thunderous eruption of teeming cum! His fingers dug harder and he heard her whimper beseechingly as she bucked and twisted shamelessly beneath him now. The old lady would cum with him. It was obvious that her time was near also, and then he would kiss her because she wanted it... because she would beg. The hotly layered flesh of her pussy was voraciously sucking on his fingers as though it had not been fed for so long that it couldn't get enough now that the moment of gluttony was here. The muscular walls of her desperately laboring ass channel were sucking inward too, warmly squeezing in around his pounding hardness as though never to let it go.

He panted and pumped harder and harder. Suddenly he felt the kneeling old lady arch and hump almost off the bed, rising on her arms as her head tossed from side to side. Her whole body shook convulsively and all her muscles and tendons stood out like strings of agony, as she raised her head and grunted out her orgasm, "Aaaggghhhh... I'm Cummmmiinnngggg..."

The straining body on all fours beneath him triggered that far-off wail of the train, and he could feel the screaming roar hurtling through his body! Mihir was going to smash against the wall of flesh that devoured him so, and he clenched the curves of her nakedly churning hips and braced himself with his toes as he fucked furiously into her now forever stretched rectum... and he was flying and roaring, and the train was screaming down the track and there was no way to avert the inevitable!

"Fuuucccckkkk... Fuuucckkkk... Biitttcchhh... Aaaagggghhhh..." In one mighty scream it was upon him and the fast freight was hurtling from his balls and shooting the streams of steaming hot cum deep in the madly convulsing tunnel of her bowels in great pools of liquid lightning! It was too good, and he whimpered and groaned as the spurting continued far up into the heated depths of the spasmodically jerking old lady's rectum.

Kaberi heard his delighted mewling through the waves of bliss softly washing over her and became aware that her sated flesh was flowering into strange and beautiful shapes, and there was only the real! The real... she had been right all along... real people needed only love after all...

A few minutes later she was to discover just how much love some people needed, including herself, as she felt her naked old body turned limply over on its back and the smooth, muscular young buttocks of the boy straddling and pressing down into the fullness of her breasts. His half-soft penis dangled loosely before her laxly held lips.

"Now suck it good old bitch," he grinned triumphantly down at her... And... there was no way in the world she could refuse anything he asked at this moment...

After some time, Mihir got up and said, "Kaberi, let us go to the kitchen and prepare coffee for all."

The morning sun was beaming through the blinds causing the teen to stir. Usually, waking up was a simple task for Bipasha; she was a morning person after all. She groaned when the first beam of sunlight hit her face. She was naked under the sheet. Bipasha wiped and blinked her eyes. There was a relaxing sensation of peace everywhere this morning, then there was a feeling of falling, Falling deeper and deeper into the brightness of the morning. A strange feeling. Sleeping peacefully in her bed, Bipasha was cradling a pillow to her chest. Picking up her wristwatch on the small wooden stool nearby the bed, Bipasha looked at the time.

"Ugh, why is it so early?" she exclaimed and placed her wristwatch back on the stool, and slowly began to sit up.

Crawling out of her warm bed, she stood near the window and slightly slid aside the screen of the window to look outside. The whole world seemed to be dipped in the yellow light of the sun, the chirping of the birds and the sound of their flapping winds were best heard in the morning. The day dawned crisp and clear. Bipasha was merged in nature's beauty outside through the clear glass panes while Debasish lay sprawled across the bed, sleeping. The top sheet was wrapped around his leg, the rest of him wonderfully naked. His thick black hair was covering part of his forehead. He was beautiful--a strong, square jaw, high cheekbones, and a single dimple in his right cheek when he smiled. And he had beautiful black eyes with thick black lashes that made her absolutely melt. Bipasha returned to bed and lay beside him. His cock was hard due to morning erection, her back was touching his body and Bipasha could feel his hardness on her buttocks.

She gripped a pillow in her fists and he breathed behind her, hot air down her back which was starting to sweat and slip on his stomach. She didn't want him to see her face because it was blowing up inside, red and furious, and she was grimacing at the pale white wall which was cool when she put her hand on it to help her push back into him, get his dick to fill up her body until there was nothing left of her inside: just dick between the clefts of her buttocks. A sensation passed through her ass hole due to the touch of the hard cock very near to the hole.

Bipasha knelt beside him, studying his face for a few seconds before she lower her head and took his cock gently between her lips. It was soft and warm in her mouth and she held it still for a moment, tasting him. Her tongue flickered and danced around the tip and instantly she could feel him growing hard for her, his cock filling her mouth more and more with every flick of her tongue. She pulled back slightly as the head of his cock starts to push against the back of her throat, but then she opened wider and took all of him inside her mouth. She filled her hand with his cock, and yes, yes. Hot damn, she knew how to touch him. Manipulating his dick, brushing her thumb over the head, Bipasha moved lower to take him in her warm, wet mouth. The sucking action, the long licks with her tongue almost carried him over the edge. Playful fingers found his tightly-drawn balls.

"Bips, what's you doing?" he asked in a sleepy voice, half-opened his eyes, and looked at her.

She released his raging-hard cock with a soft pop of sound and gazed up the length of his body.

He groaned, and the sound excited her; she knew he was waking, his body coming alive for her mouth, and she reached up and ran her hand over his chest, finding one of his nipples, circling the small bud with the tip of her finger. He stretched out beneath her touch, and she glance up at his face; his eyes were still closed, but she knew from his breathing that he no longer really slept.

Debasish groaned and opened his eyes, "Love you, babe! Good morning! Is this your way to wake me up from the bed?"

Bipasha smiled, "Good morning, handsome! I love you!"

A naked Bipasha now, crouched over Debasish, her mouth on his. He drew her hair around them like a tent. She lightly bit his shoulder. She was lowering herself more. She was brushing her breasts across his face. He wanted to take one of her breasts into his mouth, either one. He was frantic. He wanted to get as much of one of her breasts into his mouth as he could. Her breasts were killing him, her blunt instruments. He had called them that and she had laughed last night.

She slid further down, introducing herself to the rest of him. His neck. His nipples. His chocolate brown stomach. She sipped the last of the river from the hollow of his navel. She pressed the heat of his erection against her eyelids. She tasted him, salty, in her mouth. Debasish sat up and drew her back to him. She felt his belly tighten under her, hard as a board. She felt her wetness slipping on his skin. He came over her, his hands skimming her belly, her breasts, to her face. Bipasha laughed as he pressed his lips to the hollow of her throat.

"Oh my god," she said, "Oh my god." She flung one arm above her head, smiling deliriously.

Debasish reveled in the soft feel of her body, the tender pressure of her hand, and her mouth on his chin. He had never in his life known lovemaking as he knew it with this teen. Each time it left him spent and powerless and hungry for more. Bipasha closed her eyes; he slid his fingers over the tip of her nipple. With a sigh, she swayed a little, braced herself against his chest. He couldn't resist her and began moving his hands everywhere, sliding over her arms, caressing her breasts, her hips, her back. He laid his head on her chest between her two breasts in the cleavage. Her underarms smelled like overripe fruit. The hair there was very sparse.

"You don't have to shave. I like this smell," Debasish said and nestled his nostrils in her armpit.

He took her breast into his mouth. Debasish took her nipple in his mouth and cradled her other breast in his calloused palm. Velvet gloved in sandpaper and Bipasha seized his shoulders to steady herself.? Gold filings shifted around the magnet of her navel. Her ribs were as thin as candy canes. He kissed her, felt himself floating, the feral sensations taking hold. With his mouth and his hands, he slid down her body, leaving a hot, wet trail on her belly. The spread of her hips, so different from him, looked like a bowl offering up red fruit. And then there was his favorite spot, the place where her ribcage softened into the breast, the smooth, white dune there. His hand touched to the apex of her legs, his fingers gliding into her cleft.

"Love me to finger you?" He reached inside her and found her clit and started inserting two of his digits in and out to make her moistened. The inside became slippery and she was wild and hungry for more.

He forged her to him, back to his chest, and played with her nipples, then stroked her nub.

"Going to make love to you like this. With my fingers, all juicy inside you and my cock slapping that sweet wet cunt," He bit her shoulder, "Can I make you come this way?"

He pushed her thighs apart, kissing them tenderly, and spurred on by Bipasha's gasps and moans. And then he moved slightly so that his mouth was on her sex. He had a few things to say about that, "Love me to eat you?"

Bipasha was hot and slick. He put an arm around her waist, tried to pull her more towards his mouth.

"Yes!" She drove her fingers into his hair.

"I need your pussy," he crooned, his deep voice rasping against her sensitive flesh. "My kinda sauce. Sweet, musky Bips."

Bipasha gasped and clutched at his head. Debasish loved that about her--she was a lusty lover, and he slipped his tongue between the slick folds. He swirled his tongue on her tender clit. He held her firmly with his hand and casually stroked her, his tongue dipping in and out languidly at first, tasting her, exploring each crevice, moving up to the core, then down again, to where her body throbbed. As her groans and her writhing increased, so did his urgency. He was stroking her harder, his mouth covering her, and Bipasha began to press against him. He laved her, every bit of her labia. Then, with his fingers, he spread her folds, put his tongue more inside her as far as he could, and sipped and drank from her. Hands tangled in his hair, she came like a five-alarm fire, bucking and roaring about how she loved him. God, she loved him.

"Shhh," Debasish whispered, "Shhh, it's all right, don't worry, just relax and listen to your body."

Debasish licked and sucked her into a frenzy of delicious torment until Bipasha was literally gasping for breath. He was slow, rhythmic, gentle, moving down her body, down ...and then a sweet spasm went through her and she seemed to rise into the air no more torment just the sweetness the incredible oh, the and then she cried out, panting and she pressed him hard against her. She was moving beneath him, guiding him to her.

"Oh, honey. You bet." At that, he swung his body around and presented her with his cock. This way, his package looked even more gigantic than before.

"No," she said, and using both hands to stroke and tickle and make him absolutely crazy.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked him breathlessly.

Debasish laughed, moved between her legs, and spread them wider so that the tip of his erection was touching her, moving slowly against her, and said, "You've never been exactly patient, have you?"

He swung around, kissing her, brushing back her hair, and soothing her. "Love me to fuck you?"

"Yes," she moaned at him. "Yes," she seethed at him. "Oh, yes," she demanded of him when he lifted her and turned her around to position her for missionary style on the bed.

"Please, make hurry," she was getting impatient.

He smiled. "Where's the fire?"

"You mean you can't feel it?" she gasped, digging her fingernails into him even deeper, "Come on, Debu, and don't make me beg."

"But I love it when you beg," he said, hoping she'd beg soon because he couldn't keep the teasing up. He needed to be in her. Really in her.

"Please," she said, lifting her head and biting his lower lip, "Please fuck me."

Her brain curled up like wilted leaves... she stretched her legs open, and he was on top of her. Too heavy to hold, and too light not to. He put his cock near the entrance of her pussy. She wrapped her feet around his back so he couldn't get away. His face was next to her. Debasish eased himself inside her, moving his hips in small circles, until he had slid deep and wet into her, moving slowly, prolonging the moment, and teasing her.

But Bipasha was in no mood to be teased. Her fingernails dug into his hips, urging him deeper and faster. That was all it took, and he lengthened his strokes. They were so good together that Bipasha instantly began to move with him, her hips rising to meet each surge, her breathing as ragged as his, her knees squeezing him. After some time, Bipasha felt she was approaching her orgasm. Debasish groaned again; he was sliding deeper and harder, his hands in her hair, his eyes wildly roaming her beautiful face, driving into her, over and over and over again until he closed his eyes and found a very hot and very potent release with a strangled cry. As soon as her body began to jerk and shudder in response to her climax, he found himself astoundingly moved-- as if by choral music that surprises you, or a kiss from behind bestowed by your lover on tiptoes.

Bipasha let out her high keening call and he felt an abrupt rush of his semen, racing through him like twin rivers, turning with an acidic twist but not slowing down. He grabbed hold of her back, instinctually afraid she might leave him, and he arched himself toward her as he came. When Bipasha felt the blurry warmth of his climax, she moved up a little and tightened herself for a slow, deliberate slide down. Whatever semen he had surrendered inside her pussy left a prodigious storehouse behind-- almost a creepy abundance. His scrotum, feet, hands went icy cold and his mouth-- moments before filled with the slosh of desire-- was dry as a wafer. His muscles were collapsing, his lungs shriveled like burst balloons, but he continued to come. Bipasha looked down at him,smiled. Her eyes were glassy, indistinct, like someone who has breathed in smoke. A burning room. With one last, residual shudder, he collapsed on top of her and kissed her forehead.​