Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

Debika nodded her head silently looking downward to the earth. Then she heard his voice, "Dear, how long have you entered into this sexual relationship with these two boys?"

She replied in a husky voice which was a blatant lie, "Last week."

"Well, I am not against it as I know we human beings have biological needs and you are already a mature young woman. What worries me about your relationship with tribes because once you are caught by Okato then I cannot save you because everything is controlled by Law of jungle. Do you understand?" he said in a cool voice.

Debika's head was shaking faintly and the tears sprang to her eyes. Terrible anguish like a knife was splitting her breast bone. The tears trembled on Debika's lashes and fell down her smooth cheeks, her shining chestnut hair tumbled around her face and the pain in the huge black eyes was unmistakable. Her mouth trembled, slightly open and moistly rosy. Her mouth opened to speak but she couldn't speak.

Seeing her crying, Arnab put his arms around her loosely, gave a light hug and a peck on her forehead. He felt her move a little closer to him and felt her big breasts against his chest and her warm thighs against his.

"Don't worry my dear child! Stop your crying. It happens sometimes in one's life accidentally. This secret will remain between us and I am going to divulge this neither before your parents nor before any family members. That I can promise you," his voice confirmed this, and Debika was assured.

A flash of hurt crossed her face but she hid it away quickly, "I haven't done this thing ever and I don't know what happened to me as the boys were my assistants and were always closely attached to me," she admitted at length, "I was a bit thrown by what you've told me and I am repenting now."

Arnab shook his head, thinking. Her black eyes scanned his face, patient but intense.

"The important thing is to control the mind. I'm not trying to judge you, Debika. Perhaps it's a good reminder for me to you, as well, to take this thing slowly. At this age also, I am physically fit for sex but for so many years, I have not slept with your aunt Kaberi," he said.

Now, Debika was relaxed in understanding him and she pushed her head on his chest and said, "No sex, you mean!"

Looking into her eyes, Arnab nodded, "No, my child as your aunt Kaberi has also become old and I have restrained myself with self-control. With other women...no. I'm old-fashioned, I realize, but that's something I want to do only when I'm in love with somebody. Sex is something that needs self-control and mutual understanding between two persons. So lastly I warn you to desist yourself with involvement of those two tribal boys as there is risk and I believe definitely you will get a good partner in future to do all this."

"Thank you, uncle, for your valuable bits of advice on this matter as you are not only my uncle but you are second father to me, a well-wisher and part of my family," she said.

She gave him a peck on his cheek. He was pleasantly thrilled by her response. But he thought that it was probably nothing more than a grateful gesture of a young girl for her uncle who took good protective care of her. Any case, he shouldn't rush this, he thought.

"Another thing, my dear child, you shouldn't hesitate to drink in front of me as you are a mature young woman but don't take this hard tribal wine, for you I have another special wine. I just want to celebrate the bonfire night with you," he said.

He took out a half-full bottle of cognac and offered Debika to drink. She politely declined to say she had more than enough of wine. Her face registered some unrecognizable emotion and she looked like she was going to say something but instead, she simply nodded. Although uncle had consoled her but she was too much ashamed before him, feeling humiliated what she did before few hours. The first uncle had seen her sucking cocks of the boys and eating of her pussy by the boys, secondly, Uncle had removed her clothes and must have inspected each part of her naked body. Thirdly, her uncle advised her about sex life even revealed his own sex life. After all this how could she eye him directly! How could he drink with him or spend time with him! Debika was feeling very shy and embarrassed before him and decided to leave him.

"Thank you, uncle. I don't know why I am feeling sleepy again and I want to sleep again as I am feeling dizzy," she said politely.

"What happened to you dear, I think you must have slept for more than two hours and now it is only 7.30 P.M.and again you want to sleep. Well, you eat the tandoori chicken of your portion," he requested.

"No, uncle, I don't feel like eating anything now and I just want to sleep," she politely said.

"But still I will be waiting for you here, I wish we both could celebrate the bonfire night together," he smiled.

When they said good night, Arnab gave her a hug that was not so loose and had his arms around her slender frame. Debika put her hands around him and rested her head on his shoulder, feeling her breasts nestling against his broad chest. As he gave her a peck on her forehead, she moved even closer to him and felt shivers running down her as she felt her mound and his crotch come into contact for the first time, though separated by several layers of clothing.

As his hands cupped her face, she closed her eyes but the expected kiss on the lips didn't materialize. Shaking his hand, she said, "Uncle, thank you for taking such good care of me. Thanks for everything."

Three of them were sitting encircling the bonfire, Samango was serving wine from the earthen pot in three leafy bowels and there were three big leafy bowels full of cooked wild boar meats brought from their family. It was their second round of strong mahua tribal wine.

"Madam, our bonfire is in such a secluded and in a distant place that nobody would dream to come to this side," said Gelango.

"After a long time, I am enjoying a quite thrilling night in company with you people," said Deboshree.

"Madam, in the afternoon, you were supposed to go to the bungalow to meet your family but you didn't go!" further asked Gelango.

"No, I changed my program otherwise how could I be with you two at this hour and enjoying ourselves?" she said.

"Certainly, Madam. For this we two brothers thank you that you have chosen sometimes with us to enjoy the bonfire night. We both brothers are extremely happy with your company tonight especially when it is a bonfire night," said Gelango in an obliged tone.

Gelango handed her a full leafy bowl of wine, she raised her bowl and took a good gulp. Deboshree was feeling a little intoxicated but she started boasting, "Believe me, I have a very high tolerance for alcohol. I can drink more than most men, more than you two and I still won't feel drunk, only sometimes things get out of hand."

Both the brothers exchanged meaningful glances as if saying to each other Madam was getting drunk.

"Certainly Madam, Wine helps us to relax. Plus it's healthy in moderate doses," replied Gelango with a smile.

After some time, Deboshree asked for another bowl. Samango got up and grabbed the earthen pot and prepared another round for all. Deboshree grabbed it and took a huge gulp. Now, she was drunk. Her eyes were getting reddish, she was stammering in her sentence and she was unsteady. By this time, she was passed out.

She stared instantly towards the two brothers and said, "Gelango, Just promise me you two brothers won't make me drunk and act like complete slobs. Don't do any lascivious act with me because I am your boss. Do you understand both?"

Gelango winked at his brother and said, "That's a promise we intend to keep, madam."

Deboshree was sitting on her back to a trunk of a big tree and was feeling the heat of the bonfire a few feet away from her. Her eyes were half-closed, although she was conscious but her head was reeling. Then she felt somebody touching her body, she opened her eyes and found Gelango was sitting close to her. After some time, Deboshree felt someone was cupping and kneading her breasts.

"No, Gelango," She pushed his hand away from her breast for the third or fourth time. Her voice sounded quivery, and she blinked at the sound of it. She'd had too much to drink, she knew, but then so had everyone.

"Come on Madam," he whined.

His mouth found hers and his tongue darted past her lips, "This bonfire night is to enjoy and to celebrate. Wasn't it your plan to stay with us tonight to enjoy the night?"

Deboshree pushed him away feebly and mumbled something.

"You don't want to ruin the bonfire night, do you, Madam?"Samango asked mournfully.

Deboshree thought blearily about that. She didn't want to ruin the party, did she? Wasn't the drinking party over? She thought. Gelango's hand was on her breast again, squeezing it hotly. She shook her head slightly, to clear the cobwebs. Samango dropped onto the ground on her left side, his hips touching hers, Gelango was on her right. Samango's hand slid over her stomach and up onto her left breast, pushing it firmly into her ribcage.

Wasn't she... Didn't she have to... go... or something? She looked down to see the sides of her shirt part, the two boys having unbuttoned it completely. She could see her breasts, half covered by the black and white striped bra, and was glad idly that she'd worn it because the colors matched the shirt. But then She felt her head pulled backward. She mumbled a brief confused protest as her head was pulled far back so she was staring up at the star-filled sky with the moon floating above her. She could see Gelango far above her, looking down and smiling at her. She smiled back. He pulled her back further, so her back bent, her shoulders going over as her upside-down face looked into Gelango's crotch. Although she was drunk but she was uncomfortable and mumbled something to that effect. Her bra opened, popping aside quickly once released by Samango's nimble fingers. Her rounded breasts sprang into view, bringing sighs and murmurs of appreciation from the admiring boys.

Deboshree laughed suddenly, not sure why. She could breathe better now, and the air felt cooler on her bare skin. She tried to move, to straighten her back, but Samango held her head down, while Gelango had his hands on an upper arm, pinning them to the ground. Deboshree felt hands on her breasts, soft warm probing hands that slid up and down the sensitive surfaces, tweaking her nipples, pinching them slightly, and lifting them upward. She felt hands cupping her breasts, squeezing and stroking. It felt good, she thought blearily. She closed her eyes briefly, her eyes tired.

"Suck this Madam," she heard.

The words came from a great distance. Then she felt something against her face. She opened her eyes. She wasn't sure at first what it was. Then Gelango pulled back slightly and she realized it was his penis, very hard with its bulbous head.

"Suck it, Madam, "Gelango said, pushing the hot fleshy tool against her lips. Deboshree opened her mouth automatically, and Gelango pushed the cockhead past her lips, surprising her and making her struggle briefly.

"Suck me," he ordered, holding her hair tightly, his hand under her ears.

She started working on the rigid cock in resignation. She couldn't move after all, and it was his party. His cock slid deeper into her mouth, she felt the cockhead pushing insistently at the entrance to her throat. She swirled her tongue around the shaft, then rubbed it up and down, as she sucked in her cheeks and suckled on the prick. Deboshree winced as Samango squeezed harshly on her right breast, his fingers digging deep furrows in the soft white flesh. His mouth closed around her nipple and he sucked enthusiastically. Samango slid his tongue up and down her left breast, paying particular attention to her stiffening pink nipple. His left hand slid down over the young lady's straining stomach and onto her panties-covered crotch under the skirt.

Deboshree's legs were straining far apart as she sought instinctively to counterbalance the pressure Gelango was putting on her neck, lifting herself slightly upward. Samango's hand covered her crotch easily, squeezing and rubbing on the young woman's pubic mound, and seized the opportunity which Deboshree's slightly raised position granted him. He slid his hand under her behind, squeezing her ass cheeks as he continued to chew and suck on her nipple.

It was nearly 9.30 P.M., and the night sky was picturesque. A black to navy gradient was the backdrop for a full moon; the night sky so clear you could almost see every crater. The moon, a glowing yellowy white, loomed large, surrounded by an ethereal glow. Millions of stars were sprinkled behind it, a few large ones but mostly a multitude of little white pinpricks. Every now and then, a twinkle caught his eye. The river's waves lapped lazily at the shore. White moonlit was glazing at the top of the waves as they approached, spilling onto the sand like a net being cast. The moon was reflected on the river, the night breeze was blowing, the sparkling, the wide mouth of the river was like a moon mirror, like white jade, like a ribbon embellished with gems. The moonlight was shining everywhere.

Following the flame of the bonfire at distance, Bhashkar was walking beside the river. He reached near the place, he looked up and saw the flame of fire emerging from around some shrubs type small jungle surrounded by some big trees above the low height from the river bank. As he stood with his one hand cupped over his eyes, trying to see more clearly, then he heard the high-pitched moaning sound of males and a female.

When he reached nearer he was shocked to see a naked Deboshree lying near the bonfire surrounded by two tribal boys, Gelango and Samango. He wiped his eyes, he couldn't believe it was his niece Deboshree, a completely naked woman whose white body was glazing by the nearby flame of the bonfire. Ohh, God! he died with shame. Shame on this girl! May God forgive her, perhaps she had no idea what she was doing with these naked tribal boys! Could he believe that the little girl of her best friend Arnab whom he cradled in her infancy stage, the grown-up that little girl he had been seeing in the years was now lying naked before him! He saw Deboshree reach up and grab Gelango's cock; her hand looked small and white against the bruising black rod. It was glistening and wet and ponderously erect.

He could see Deboshree stroke it expertly--as though she had been jacking off men all her life and cup the sperm-bloated balls with her other hand. A moment later, holding her breath, she pulled him down on her by pressuring his stiffly pulsating cock forward until it rested tightly against her wetly quivering cuntal lips! Oh, God! What she was doing to that tribal boy? At the same time, he could see another tribal boy Samango was fingering between her legs. He felt too much anguished and angry and for a moment, he thought he should step in the middle of their action to intervene and he would give a tight slap to each of the participants. To him, all appeared to be drunk, particularly Deboshree seemed to be totally passed out. He didn't think it was wise to disturb them at this moment. He crawled slowly without any noise through the shrubs and reached near to them from where he could see them clearly. He waited for the end of their action.

Gelango pushed his cock down deeper into Deboshree's throat, despite her muffled protests. He leaned forward, his loincloth dropping down to his ankles as he shoved his cock into the young woman's mouth so the cockhead thrust past her small mouth and into her throat. Deboshree strained against their hold on her. She had sucked their cocks before but never had one pushed down her throat. Her head was far back though, allowing Gelango's cock to slide directly forward through her lips and down her throat without and obstructions. Gelango's cock slid down further, shooting a thrill of excitement into his body as he felt her throat around his shaft, and saw inch after inch of his prick disappears into the gorgeous little woman's mouth.

"OOHhhhhhhh Yeahhhhhhhh!" he gasped, "Suck it. Suck it suuucckkkkkkk!"

Samango continued to squeeze and rub Deboshree's crotch as his tongue lapped over her breast. He pulled his head back and shook it slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. What a set of tits! He groaned. He watched the fat round orb jiggle and bob as Deboshree's mouth was reamed by Gelango's cock. His hand caressed her skin, caressing her body, sliding over her firm warm belly in delight. His other hand squeezed again on her cunt, able to feel her pussy, especially through the thin fabric.

All of a sudden, without warning, the tribal boy Gelango reached out and pressed her softly yielding body toward him. His hot mouth closed wetly over hers, and her muffled words finally sputtered off into silence, as after a slight hesitation she wrapped her arms subserviently around his waist. The younger brother Samango watched with a rapidly growing cock as he saw his elder brother Gelango's left-hand snake down to the hem of Deboshree's mini-skirt and pull it up barely an inch, revealing the full rounded tops of her tapered white thighs. The dress came up again another inch or two until the thinly divided crotch band of her flimsy panties were uncovered. Then, the dark-skinned hand dropped to lewdly cup the softly quivering mound of her pussy, his middle finger worming itself teasingly under the thin white leg band to insinuate itself arrogantly in the black curling fleece of her sparse young pubic hair.

With the heated touch of his hand against her naked flesh, Deboshree rapidly came back to her senses and began struggling against his wiry hold. Oh God, she thought, her mind practically useless from the violent turbulence of her own rising sexual need. "What am I doing? What has happened to me?" she thought.

It was unbelievable that these boys were sixteen years younger than she... and had already done all sorts of perverted sexual things with her within a few months! It was all too unthinkable... all too horribly real!

Then, suddenly, the memory of a few days before came rushing back to her and she remembered how glorious Gelango's virile throbbing young penis had felt deep up inside her. Oh, God! She was again so close to permitting him to do what he wanted. She really didn't want to fight him. Anyway, after sometimes she probably would never see these boys again and no one else would ever know. She rationalized that her cravingly aroused body needed this wiry young boy... needed him as much as oxygen and water, for she was experiencing a new growth... the process had germinated in the moist heat of her hungry vagina from the morning when she decided to cancel her program to go to the bungalow as she wanted to spend bonfire night with these two young boys, and now... the hunger demanded to be fed.

Samango, the young brother saw the young Madam's deeply ingrained moral resistance crumble as she wrapped her arms once again around Gelango's waist and stood there trembling submissively as Gelango slowly used both dark hands to reach up to the tight elastic waistband and peel the little bikini panties down over the gently flaring white flesh of her quivering buttocks; reaching mid-thigh, the panties slipped of their own accord on down to the ground. Samango, the young boy's breath caught in his throat as he saw the creamy warm lushness of her naked ass gleaming in the bright light of bonfire... and the inviting shadowy cleft between the two wide mountainous mounds. The heat ignited with an incandescent brightness in his loins as he saw Gelango's extended middle finger worming its way into darkly inviting vaginal slit from behind, and Deboshree's sudden movement outward with her buttocks as she lowered them slightly and assumed an eagerly cooperating half-crouch.

Deboshree moaned deep in her throat as she felt Gelango's hotly searching finger sliding into her already feverishly moistened slit from behind. With the first contact between his finger and her erectly quivering clitoris, she wanted to scream; it was so beautifully rapturous, so thrillingly right. Her morals, upbringing, and inhibitions were all promptly shattered by a far more powerful new set of ruling values; need, desire, and sensation. So heated was her need, she made only a token protest when she felt Gelango's big hands behind her begin stroking--timidly at first and then with rapidly growing confidence her helplessly trembling thighs. Gelango was digging his wetly quivering tongue deep into her welcoming mouth, and she felt thrilled after thrill shoot through her as she was reminded of his cock heatedly plunging in and out of her tightly oval lips last week.

Feeling the coolness of the night air hitting her naked back, she only then became aware that the huge young boy Samango, his younger brother in the back of her had unbuttoned her dress and was now attempting to pull it over her shoulders. She did not resist, even when his hands stole familiarly over her naked buttocks. Deboshree knew his mind had split into two completely different parts towards these two brothers. Gelango continued with his tongue to wetly probe the heated insides of the young Researcher's willing mouth, while his finger wormed its way along her hotly seeping pussy lips. His drifting mind rapidly came back to reality with a lurch as he realized Samango had almost stripped the young woman naked.

Deboshree had been lost in a delirious maelstrom of ever-growing sensual sensation as she felt Gelango's tongue warmly fucking in and out of her mouth and his hotly worming finger caressing her love-starved vagina, at the same time the young boy, Samango in back of her was stripping her of all clothing. Oh God, it was so salaciously and wickedly beautiful. The thought of what they must look like sent wanton shivers of forbidden excitement cascading through her already intolerably overheated loins.

It was then she groaned in disappointment as she felt Gelango's moistly heated mouth leave her lips. The tribal boy had pulled back from her and was laughing. She realized she was trembling like a frightened, hoarsely breathing wild animal as Samango stripped off her bra and carefully hung it over the branch of a small tree nearby. She was completely naked now--more naked than she had ever been before in her life because there were two of them seeing her.

"Madam, take this herb for pre-caution," said Gelango and handed her the herb.

Her small perfectly formed breasts rose and fell with each shuddering breath she took as Gelango critically inspected her body. Without removing his eyes from her, he said, "Take off your clothes, Samango."

"Oh, no. You can't," she whimpered, knowing what was coming, "Please, Gelango, I think you are supposed to be first. I want only you at first and next is your brother."

He laughed and said, "Madam, you will have me when I'm ready for you. But first, my younger brother will fuck you. After all, I have promised him to fuck you first and I will let him soak his prick in your pussy."

By this time, Samango was impatient; he frantically kicked off his loincloth and stood nakedly beside the pitifully trembling figure of Deboshree.

Grabbing her wildly struggling figure tight around the waist from behind, Samango held her captive until the giant youth stood in front of her. His massively pulsating cock slanted up like a telephone pole from his naked abdomen.

"Perhaps you should sit back on that rock and let her sit on your cock," suggested Gelango to his younger brother.

The nakedly stripped young woman, Deboshree pushed feebly against Gelango's massive chest as he effortlessly lifted her by the armpits and carried her over to the top of the rock. She struggled with increased fright as Deboshree felt him gingerly sitting his naked buttocks down on the rock. Her ankles were tightly grasped by Gelango from behind and pulled outward, forcing her wide-spread thighs to press downward on Samango's legs. Then Samango sat completely down, while Gelango firmly guided her feet to the down so that she could hang her legs comfortably down the rock s and put his hands on her naked hips and pushed down, forcing her defenseless spread loins closer and closer to the hotly throbbing staff of Samango which would impale her like a fiery spear. Deboshree felt the velvety smoothness of the other boy's huge cockhead rubbing hotly against her tightly clenched belly.

To Samango it was like trying to hold a madly thrashing calf, and her fingernails had dug long bloody furrows down his chest. Each time he reared up to thrust his painfully pounding cock in the depths of her desperately cringing young pussy, she writhed away from him--even with Gelango pushing down with all his wiry strength. Goddamn, he would soon go out of his mind unless he got it up inside the wildly struggling little bitch!

"What's the hell, Gelango! She is not allowing me properly to insert inside," cried Samango desperately.

"She is drunk that's the reason she is unable to keep her balance," said Gelango and came near to them.

It was Gelango who, in disgust, settled the matter.

"Hold her tight," he ordered, then bent down and peered up at the thinly bearded, nakedly squirming mouth of her pussy. For the life of him, he couldn't figure why she didn't cooperate; it was obvious that she wanted to be fucked because her coral-hued little cunt lips were glistening with tiny dewdrops of moisture from her earlier arousal.

Right below the little wet opening to her pussy he could see the massively throbbing head of Samango's cock. He had the wider experience of working in their cow farm with his father and he never would have thought of doing what he did next, but part of his duties entailed working in the breeding shed where the prize bulls sometimes had to be helped in mounting a cow. Without embarrassment, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around the throbbing length of Samango's cock, feeling it grow harder as he touched it, and guided it toward the helplessly cringing opening to Deboshree's vagina. Then, he pushed down with all his might against the fullness of her buttocks and saw the distance shorten between cock and cunt... shorten until the pulsing head was actually touching the thin, warmly quivering lips.

Deboshree groaned loudly as she realized that all her struggles had been in vain, as she felt the heatedly pulsating penis teasing against her vaginal lips. The pressure on her back from Gelango's hand was intolerable. Her muscles had begun a violent trembling as they drew on their last sources of resistance. The intolerable pressure at the fevered opening of her tightly clenched young pussy grew and grew as the awesome head attempted to make its brutal penetration. Finally, with a loud sob of desperation, she felt her shuddering leg and back muscles giving way, and the heavy fleshy thickness forcing itself just up inside her vainly resisting cuntal cavity.

Oh, God! Nothing had ever stretched her so wide up between her legs before. It was like an ax handle being hammered up between her thighs. She screamed once more as Gelango released his hold on his younger brother, Samango's, lustfully throbbing cock, and put both hands on her futilely squirming buttocks and pushed down.

"Aaaaaaggghhhh," she yelled, feeling the hotly jerking rod burrowing slowly, but surely up into her tightly resisting vagina. "Please...please--leeezzzzeeee!"

Suddenly with a loud groan of defeat, the young woman went limp and moaned loudly as his rigidly pulsating shaft moved inexorably up, up, up deep into the heaving pit of her no longer resisting belly. Deboshree no longer had even the strength to voice a protest, but she was profoundly grateful when she realized it had gone as far up inside her as it could go; she could feel her own naked buttocks resting hard against the top of his huge muscular young thighs.

Oddly enough, it was not as painful as she had thought. She was filled; she had never been more filled before... and she could feel every muscular ridge along the entire long heated length of it pressing into her frantically working vaginal walls. She sobbed and grunted helplessly once, feeling the black fog of despair and humiliation creeping in around her. Oh, God! Why had she ever become attached to these boys?

Gelango grinned as he saw Deboshree turn her face to the side, biting her lower lip and at the look of awed concentration on her face. From his point of view behind and below on the rock, he could see Samango's hardened glistening rod moving surely in and out of her widely parted vaginal lips... the pink outer layer of pussy clung to his blue-veined shaft as though it were reluctant to let it go.

He was still watching as her nakedly quivering buttocks made their first tentative little movement of cooperation, and then she was abrupt with it and began energetically fucking down on the wet fleshy pole as though she could not get enough of it. The two were so engrossed in the wildly thrilling sensations of fucking that neither was aware that Gelango had walked past them and was standing near the bonfire. Vaguely aware that it really was the alcohol dissolving her inhibitions, Deboshree leaned down to watch Samango's cock which was going in and out of her pussy, hesitantly he started touching the madly moving hardness of his cock.

"What's the matter?" Samango asked, his words muffled, speaking with his mouth full of one of her nakedly quivering nipples and not really giving a damn about anything else except this wonderfully succulent mouthful and Deboshree's warm tingling fingers wrapped around his eagerly thumping prick which was moving inside her cunt like a piston.

"Oh, God, Samango! I want to fuck you by sitting above of you, darling!" she whispered in a heavy breath, feeling a wild excitement beginning to grow in her heated loins.

"Ohhhh, Madam," Samango crooned and signed her to get down from his lap. He moved from the rock and he rolled over on his back on the ground and held up his hands for her, "Come on here and sit down on me."

Panting in eagerness, Deboshree immediately straddled him. She had never fucked in this position before with this younger brother and excitedly wondered if it would be good, then her mind reminded her that every way was good! She knew her vagina was sopping wet as she put her thumb and forefinger down to separate her hotly quivering pussy lips, not even she was prepared for the puddle of heated moisture between her legs. She shuddered deliciously as she felt her own fingers opening her hotly sensitive cuntal mouth, then she pushed her pelvis slightly forward and brought her hungry vagina into contact with the madly throbbing pole jutting from Samango's groin. When she took her fingers away seconds later, the whole wonderful head of his prick was just barely inside her. She flexed her buttocks causing her cunt lips to tighten and squeeze, and was thrilled when Samango groaned loudly and rolled his eyes in pleasure.

Samango could feel the head of his cock softly enfolded by Madam's heatedly quivering cuntal lips. Ohh,Goddeses Masambango! nothing had ever felt so good before. It felt almost as if she had sucked it up in her mouth, and her pussy muscles played around his cocks head like a teasing, tormenting tongue. Although almost frantic with need, he decided to let her take the initiative and put his hands behind his head in a phony act of nonchalance. Staring up at her above him, he saw the two mightily straining mounds of her tits hanging down like great golden pears and her hair swaying sensually back and forth across his chest as she wove her head from side to side in closed-eyed sensual wonderment. Her ass was moving in tight, voraciously growing little circles, circles that gradually became wilder and wilder as she slowly and deliciously slid her cunt down the long throbbing length of the fleshy staff.

Deboshree had worked about half of Samango's hotly jerking rod up into her when she finally could stand the waiting no longer. With a loud groan of expectant ecstasy, she simply let go and permitted her excitedly quivering pussy to slide wetly down the wondrous shaft all the way until her vaginal lips were nibbling hungrily against the darkly curling pubic hair surrounding his testicles. She was filled completely and fully. Oh, God, it was so beautiful! Samango, her young Assistant was inside her again!

Whimpering, Deboshree could feel all of the ridged flutings of his wonderful penis throughout all of her sensitive cuntal sheath. She squeezed down with her abdominal muscles and could tell that he found pleasure from that movement, then, straining heavily she pulled upward with her bladder muscles and heard him moan loudly. The feel of Deboshree's warmly familiar pussy squeezing and milking him so lovingly and excitedly made Samango feel as if he were truly home for the first time. Goddamn, he thought, this was Madam Deboshree, his boss, best--better, really, than she had ever been before! No one could match her, and that was because she was his woman. Tonight was the first time she had ever fucked from the female-above position, and she was awkward in her movements. Well, that was easily enough solved.

"Put your knees right up here under my arm-pits, Madam," he commanded.

When she did as he told her, he added, "Now see if that isn't better."

Deboshree found that the new positioning enabled her to slide her vagina more easily up and down the heatedly pulsating length of his lust hardened cock, and soon established a natural rhythm that gradually increased in tempo until she was bucking on top of him crazily as if she was riding a steer or a bull. Oh, God! It was so fantastically beautiful!

Frantically working now, the rich creamy fullness of her ass rotated insanely above him, while her heavily straining tits lunged and danced as though they were trying to tear themselves off her chest. These frenzied lunges downward made Deboshree realize she was deliberately hammering her heated cervix against the blunted head of Samango's prick... and each time her uterine opening slammed against his hammer-like cock it was as though a temple gong had been struck, and the sensuously powerful reverberations rippled throughout her entire body. Both of them were so engrossed in their fucking that they were hardly aware of the fact that Gelango was watching them carefully near the bonfire with his huge erected cock.

Gelango put a lot of his saliva on his cock, particularly smeared on the crown head of his cock. Flaunting his cock he came near to them and saw Deboshree's expectantly raised round white buttocks which were moving up and down on his younger brother's cock. Hot damn! There she was being fucked out of her mind, with her nicely rounded young ass cheeks rising and falling as she sought to grind down and cram his young brother's heavily thickened cock all the way up her belly and out her throat. Gelango could see the tiny puckering flower of her hairy flexing asshole, nicely browned and tightly clenched. Unsteadily, he took a step forward pushing Samango's legs apart, and then knelt between the boy's wide-spread thighs, holding his eagerly jerking cock in his hand as he leaned forward. Asshole was one thing he hadn't had in a long time. Deboshree felt the tip of something smooth and rubbery prodding hotly against her naked flesh from behind and she tried to straighten up and turn her head to see. Both of them were startled for a moment then realized what happened.

Gelango's brother smiled and said, "Join the party."

"Hell of a party, Madam," Gelango said. "It's time for me to join the party. You got the sweetest little asshole I have seen often, and I'm aiming to have this."

He could see Deboshree's little oval mouth of rectum hole. Deboshree was so scared when imagining his big cock inside her little ass hole. Abruptly Deboshree felt her breasts being pushed down flat against Samango's chest again. Her violent struggles only succeeded in angering Gelango who slapped her quivering buttocks a couple of times, then as if relishing her yelps of pain began striking both of his calloused palms against her tender fleshy globes, rapidly turning them a blushing pink. Gelango's drunkenly grinning face leered down at her as his hands came around and down over her back and caught her nakedly quivering breasts. He squeezed them hard, eliciting a yelp of fright and pain from her.

He quickly knelt between Samango's wide-spread thighs and placed the throbbing, blood-filled head of his dark penis against Deboshree's hungrily quivering anal opening and then thrust forward with all his wiry young strength, driving in one stroke all the way into the hilt, feeling his balls slap against the backs of her trembling thighs and against the top of Samango's balls down below.

"Oh, noooooo," she wailed, feeling the excruciating pain of the first entry from the brutal sodomizing she received from his cock.

"Samango, help me... don't let him, please, Samango, "Deboshree cried out, beginning to wildly thrash against Samango's chest.

"Ohhhh... God..." Deboshree hissed through tightly clenched teeth. Oh God, that really hurt! And yet, as Gelango immediately began grinding his desire-hardened cock in long heated strokes in and out of the warm, saliva-slickened depths of his boss's rectum. After some time Deboshree began abruptly moving in eager cooperation with the two big men. She looked like a rag doll being buffeted between them, but there was no denying the intense pleasure she was receiving from them. Deboshree had begun mewling loudly and seemed almost out of her mind with an implacable desire that drove her to frenzied abandoned motions that were so sensually exciting. Deboshree could feel the deeper rectal and vaginal muscles beginning to move in harmony together, and she could feel her body rapidly soaring toward the long-sought orgasm. Samango came with a loud cry of delight when he felt her cum over his cock, Deboshree continued to orgasm--furiously convulsing under the two male figures sandwiching her between them.

Then Gelango was throbbing hotly up into the furthermost regions of Deboshree's rectum filling the whole of her bowels with his lust-heated cum. That left only Samango and her. And Samango was about there too! Arching like a great bull, the whole formidable strength of his straining body behind the effort, Samango lifted from the ground as he drove the spike of his manhood deep into the heatedly pulsating vitals of Deboshree and the whole fucking world was taking off! Suddenly, he felt it give... the entire tremendous volume of his dammed-up cum streaming out in great hosings of sperm, shooting in hot spewings into Kate's arching, bucking body.

Deboshree felt the streams of white-hot cum pouring into her two holes, into her cunt, and inside her ass hole and it was like the whole world was showering love into her as though she were the great earth mother of all time. Her tightly constricted belly expanded then into one blinding, searing, exultant flashing of sensation that seemed too immense for her brain to register in its glory, and she was bursting with the love she felt had been contained too long in her own selfishness. Oh God... she was born and died and conceived and spent and destroyed and reborn again in those few brief seconds, and she was the mother of the whole world... the whole hot breed that peopled the universe!

By this time, Bhashkar had already ejaculated a heavy amount of his cum inside the shrubs. After all, he was a human being of flesh and blood, how could he resist or control himself after witnessing a live fucking scene before his eyes which were hotter than a porn movie! Then he thought it was the right time to intervene but he didn't want to embarrass them, he wanted them to put on their dresses in a proper manner before him. He came down to the riverbank slowly.​