Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

There was a strange tradition amongst the tribes in two villages. After the marriage, a newlywed bride would live separately in a hut with her maidens. After a week she would step into her In-law's hut. On the day of her arrival at In-laws hut, there would be a grand feast entertaining whole tribes of the two villages by the head of the groom's family which was an occasion called 'First night with the head of the family. Whenever a newlywed bride would arrive in her In-laws' hut her husband or (Husbands in case of polygamy) would not touch her till she spends one month with each of the surviving senior members of the family. If there would be a father and grandfather of the groom or (grooms) the first one month the bride would spend with the grandfather-in-law, then next one month, she would spend with her father-in-law, after then only her own husband or husbands would have the privilege to touch her.

This would be the one-time touch of senior members with her and onwards it would be taboo for Grand father-in-law or Father-in-law to touch her. Throughout the years in the household as long as the bride would be living with them, the seniors would treat her and consider her more than a daughter. During her staying with her grandfather-in-law or father-in-law after marriage if she would get pregnant then the child born would be the first legal heir of the family and her other children born from her husband or husbands would be the secondary. If there would be no child born from her grandfather-in-law or father-in-law then the first child born from her husband or (husbands) as in case maybe would be the first legal heir of the family.

Luckily, in the case of Deboshree and Debika, they had no grand fathers-in-law, they had only fathers-in-law. The family head of Pakul and Jojam was their father Sasang. Similarly, the family head of Gelango and Samango was their father Lathango. The next important tradition is after the arrival of the bride at the household. Before spending a night with the bride, the senior member would entertain whole village folks with a grand feast which was one type of public announcement that he would spend the night with the new bride.

The marriage was performed by Madgu, the priest before goddess Masombango as per the tribal rituals. Usually, an ordinary marriage would perform in the hut of a bride where the groom or grooms would put vermilion on the forehead of the bride. But in the instant case, both the brides were from outside of the tribes and their parents had no huts in the two villages so this marriage was something special that was the reason the marriage was performed inside the cave, before the deity Masombango where the priest Madgu performed all the tribal rituals and the grooms put vermilion on the forehead and hairlines of Deboshree and Debika and all of them became wives and husbands before the deity.

Now, the head of the two families, Sasang and Lathango would entertain the whole of the two villages for the marriage of their sons Pakul, Jojam, Gelango, and Samango with two brides Deboshree and Debika. The most important factor was not only marriage but tonight the two fathers-in-law would fuck their newlywed daughters-in-law and onwards their daughters-in-law would spend with them in their huts for a month so that their seeds could germinate for an early pregnancy. It was decided by village chief Okato that the grand feast would be held at the community hall and all the expenses for this grand feast would be jointly born by two heads of the families Sasang and Lathango.

Sasang, father of Pakul and Jojam was tall and huge, he was 60 years old and his bushy eyebrows and wide nose gave him a very severe look. He breathed heavily. He had three wives. Pakul and Jojam were sons of his second wife. The two daughters from his first wife were married and he had 5nos of grandchildren. He had two small children from his third wife.

Lathango, father of Gelango and Samango was tall but thin, and had a slight stoop; he was around 55 years old. He had two wives. Gelango and Samango were sons of his first wife. There were further two sons and one daughter from his second wife all of who were all below 15 years. He wore a haggard and mournful look except when he was drinking or playing on his flute. He was very good on his flute, and his happiest moments were the two or three moons after the harvest when the village musicians brought down their instruments, hung above the fireplace. Lathango would play with them, his face beaming with blessedness and peace. Near the barn, Lathango had four huts, two huts for his two wives and their children, one hut for his two grown-up sons, and a separate hut for himself. On the other part of his barn, there were shades for cows, hens, and goats.

The family members of the two brides at the bungalow were very tight-lipped and virtually there was no discussion about the marriage that took place among Deboshree and Debika, the young women of the family with tribal boys. A week had been passed. After breakfast, the family members observed two heads of the family; Bhashkar and Arnab were ready to go outside. The two elderly heads informed the family members that today there would be a grand feast at the village on the occasion of marriage among Deboshree and Debika with the tribal boys and being the fathers of the brides their presence was essential and they were going to attend that grand feast. After some time, both the elders left for the village.

Both Deboshree and Debika were made to stay in one hut after their marriage. After their continuous staying in two villages, the two young women of the family Deboshree and Debika could well now communicate with the tribes. They could understand their language, they could communicate with them easily and there was no need for any translators like Pakul and Gelango. But they were not well versant in speaking their language, sometimes they would fumble but the tribes would understand their half-finished sentence and would understand their words. So, there was no problem for these two young women, Deboshree and Debika to communicate with the tribes.

When both of them opened their eyes in the morning they found a group of women waiting for them. They were the women members of their In-laws' families and other tribal women of the two villages. Both the young women could observe as if the surroundings around the village were very much live, crowded and there was noise everywhere and they could understand that it was the day of celebration for the entire tribes.

On the following morning, the entire neighborhood wore a festive air because the tribal boys from the two villages had married white ladies and their fathers would spend the first night with their newlywed daughters-in-law. Since the marriage involved two families in special circumstances, it was decided by Okato, the village chief that the celebration would be held at the community hall and all the expenses would be borne by the heads of two families, Sasang and Lathango jointly.

It was the day of celebration because tonight both the fathers-in-law would fuck their daughters-in-law. Everybody had been invited men, women, and children. But it was really a woman's ceremony and the central figures were the brides Debika and Deboshree and their mothers-in-law. As soon as day broke, breakfast was hastily eaten and women and children began to gather at the community hall's compound to help the brides' mothers-in-law in their difficult but happy task of cooking for the whole two villages.

Pakul and Jojam's family was astir like any other family in the neighborhood, their mother and Sasang's other two wives were ready to set out for the community hall's compound with all their children. Lathango's two wives carried a basket of rice, oil, and salt. Some of the male members of the tribes who had started early morning inside the jungle to hunt had already returned with 3 nos of big wild boars and 2 nos of big antelopes the meat of which would be cooked now. The female members of the two families had already brought 50 nos of earthen pots full of mahua wine which were placed in the compound.

After arranging everything at the village community hall, the mothers-in-law of both the brides returned to the hut where the young brides, Deboshree, and Debika were surrounded by women folks of the village. The time was around 10.00 A.M. The mothers-in-law along with other women folks escorted both the girls to the river where they were made completely naked and the present tribal women washed their bodies and made them dip in the water of the river.

After that, they rubbed turmeric in their whole bodies from face to foot. Then they were adorned with tribal ornaments made from various colored stones, the tooth of wolves and wild boars, feathers of the peacock, and other various birds. Now, there were no modern outfits for these two poor girls, no bra and no panties. They wore single tribal hand-woven new sarees which were only covering their upper bodies and up to their knees. Both Debika and Deboshree could feel their naked pussies and heaving breasts under their single robes. From the riverbank, the women would escort them directly to the community hall where they would sit with their husbands till the celebration would be over. The two yellow beauties new brides started to proceed towards the community hall accompanied by this group of women who were singing songs all the way.

The community hall's compound was as busy as an anthill. Temporary cooking tripods were erected on every available space by bringing together three blocks of sun-dried earth and making a fire in their midst. Cooking pots went up and down the tripods. Some of the women had already started cooking the rice, and the others were preparing vegetable curry. Young men pounded their axes to split firewood. And some other young men started to skin and cut the meats of dead animals they had killed during their hunting into pieces so that the meat could be cooked early. The children made endless trips and played around the community hall. The four young boys, the grooms, Pakul, Jojam, Gelango, and Samango helped their fathers Sasang and Lathango to slaughter the two goats with which the soup was made. They were very fat goats, but the fattest of all was tethered to a peg near the wall of the compound. It was as big as a small cow.

Very soon after the arrival of the brides' fathers, Arnab and Bhashkar, young men and boys in single life, each carrying a pot of wine, entered inside the community hall. After the pot-bearers came the elders of the village, Okato, the village chief, Madgu, the priest, the fathers--in--law of the brides, Sasang and Lathango, Bhashkar, and Arnab, all sat in a half-moon, thus completing a circle with the hosts. The pots of wine stood in their midst. Then the brides, their mothers-in-law, and half a dozen other women and girls emerged from the inner compound and went round the circle bowing their heads with all.

The brides' mothers-in-law led the way, followed by the brides and the other women to the platforms where they would sit with their husbands. The married women wore their best clothes and the girls wore red and black waist-beads and anklets of horns. When the women retired, fathers of grooms, Sasang and Lathango presented coconuts to the fathers of brides, Bhashkar and Arnab.

Both Arnab and Bhashkar said, "Life to all of us, bless the newlyweds" as they broke the coconuts and further said, "And let there be friendship between your family and ours."

The crowd cheered, "Ee-e-e!"

"We have given you our daughter today. She will be a good wife to you. She will bear you nine sons like the mother of our ancestor," both the elderly heads repeated as instructed by Madgu.

"Ee-e-e!" The oldest man in the group replied: "it will be good for you and it will be good for us."

Early in the afternoon the first two pots of mahua-wine were opened and duly presented to the women of the two households and then only others would start their drinking. The women of the two families drank a cup or two each and then passed the drinks to other women to help them in their cooking. Some of it also went to the brides, Deboshree and Debika, and their attendant maidens. Then everyone started drinking, the young girls came forward and started serving wine in leafy bowls from the pots of wine.

All the young folks of the tribes were envious of these two old men, the heads of the two families, Sasang and Lathango as these two old men would get a chance to fuck these young white brides tonight. The old members of the tribes came and congratulated them for their first night with their new daughters-in-law. In fact, this was the first and a rare occasion when two girls from the outside married tribes from their villages who were pure white in contrast to their black colors.

There were two small platforms made from bamboo and wooden planks inside the community hall. On one of the platforms, Debika, the newlywed bride was sitting with her two husbands Pakul and Jojam. Similarly, just near them in another platform, Deboshree was sitting with her two husbands Gelango and Samango.

Debika looked at her father-in-law, Sasang. Debika was too scared imagining his cock must be very huge, she wondered could she be able to accommodate his huge cock on her first night with him! Sasang got a twitched in his cock when he imagined the night when he would fuck his white daughter-in-law, this type of chance could only come due to the blessing of Deity Masombango; he thanked the Deity to give him a chance to fuck a white girl.

Deboshree also looked at her father-in-law, Lathango, and thought she could adjust with him for a month as he looks good and romantic. Deboshree knew about her father-in-law that he was a good musician, a good player of flute. Lathango loved the good fare and the good fellowship, and he loved this season of the year when the rains had stopped and the sun rose every morning with dazzling beauty. And it was not too hot either, because the cold and dry wind was blowing down from the north. Lathango thought the season was good and favorable for him to spend days with his daughter-in-law who was white.

As the evening wore on, food was presented to all. There were huge bowls of steaming pots of soup and cooked meat. There were also pots of rice and vegetable curries. It was a great feast. As night fell, burning torches were set on wooden tripods and the young men raised a song. The elders sat in a big circle and the singers went around singing each man's praise as they came before him.

They had something to say for every Man. Some were great farmers; some were great orators who spoke for the clan. When they had gone round the circle they settled down in the center, and girls came from the inner compound to dance. At first, the brides were not among them. But when the brides Deboshree and Debika finally appeared holding a cock each in their right hands, a loud cheer rose from the crowd. All the other dancers made way for them; the two brides presented the cocks to the musicians and began to dance. Their anklets rattled as they danced and their bodies gleamed with camwood in the soft yellow light. The musicians with their wood, clay, and metal instruments went from song to song. And they were all gay. They sang the latest song composed in the village. Both the elders, Bhashkar and Arnab returned to the bungalow and both of them were pretty well aware of the fact that tonight their young daughters would be fucked by those two elderly tribes, Sasang and Lathango.

Sasang was sitting on a goatskin already eating his first wife's meal. Debika, who had brought it from his first wife's hut, sat on the floor waiting for him to finish. Then Debika placed his second wife's dish before him and sat silently on the floor. Debika's two husbands, Pakul and Jojam were watching their father silently to finish his dinner. After finishing the dinner, the two brothers would accompany their wife Debika to the hut of Sasang so that their father could spend the first night with their wife.

The night was not impenetrably dark. The moon had been rising in the evening. The night was very quiet. It was always quiet on moonlight nights. Darkness held a vague terror for these people, even the bravest among them. Children were warned not to whistle at night for fear of evil spirits. And whenever the moon forsook evening and rose at the distant horizon, some other parts of the nights were as black as charcoal. Sasang had finished his dinner, now all his three wives were present in the hut. All his wives patted on the back of Debika as if to assure her nothing bad would happen and her night would sail smoothly with Sasang but still, Debika was getting nervous because of the strong and stout figure of her father-in-law.

Lathango was also taking his dinner and his new daughter-in-law Deboshree was serving him while his two wives were looking upon at her. In a distance in the corner of the hut, two brothers, Gelango and Samango were watching everything silently. As per the tradition, the two brothers would accompany their newlywed wife Deboshree to the hut of their father so that their father could spend the first night with Deboshree. Deboshree's heart was beating fast as she was apprehending the size of the cock of her father-in-law which she imagined must be longer than his sons as he was a taller man. A palm-oil lamp gave out a yellowish light. Without it, it would have been impossible to eat; one could not have known where one's mouth was in the darkness of that night. Lathango had eaten from his wives' dishes served by Deboshree and was now reclining with his back against the wall. He searched his bag and brought out his snuff bottle. He turned it on to his left palm, but nothing came out. He hit the bottle against his knee to shake up the tobacco. That was always the trouble with Lathango's snuff. It very quickly went damp, and there was too much salt in it.

There was an oil lamp in all the four huts on Lathango's compound, and each hut seen from the others looked like a soft eye of yellow half-light set in the solid massiveness of night. The world was silent except for the shrill cry of insects, which was part of the night, and the sound of wooden mortar and pestle as the wives of both Sasango and Lathango pounded the corns which were also part of their night assignments. Low voices, broken now and again by singing, reached Sasang and Lathango from their wives' huts as each woman was singing to encourage her husband to fuck the new daughter-in-law in a smooth manner and sowing heavy quantity of seeds deep inside the daughter-in-law's earth by furrowing with his big dick so that the new plant of their family could germinate as early as possible.

It was the time of the full moon. But that night the voice of children was not heard. The village street where they always gathered for a moon-play was empty. The women of the village did not meet in their secret enclosure to learn a new dance to be displayed later to the village. Young men who were always abroad in the moonlight remained in their huts that night. Their manly voices were not heard on the village paths as they would often visit their friends and lovers.

Because it was the first night of fathers-in-law with their daughters-in-law, nobody wanted to disturb the night. The dogs were like the startled animals with ears erect, sniffing the silent, ominous air and not knowing which way to run. The compounds of Sasang and Lathango were like deserted homesteads. It was as if cold water had been poured on it. Their families were all present there, but everyone spoke in whispers.

When Sasang entered the hut, he saw his daughter-in-law, Debika sitting in a corner of the hut. In the dim light of palm oil which was burning in an earthen lamp, he could see her black hair was caught in two parts and tied behind her ears. From this angle, he could see the tops of her warmly swelling breasts, for she wore that tribal one-piece small cloth that bared her creamy shoulders and from her knee-length saree that revealed her legs from mid-thigh on down. There were stalks of straw up to half a meter height in the middle of the hut resembling a big mattress suitable for two persons.

On seeing her father-in-law, Debika unfolded the big coarse hand-woven thick bedsheet and placed it on the stalks of straw for preparation of bed. Every time she bent over to make the bed, Sasang could see the fleshy twin mounds, and his palms itched as his groin tightened. She peered up at him, her white throat lifting as her head bent. Then she sat there silently with her downcast glance as her heart was beating very fast. From her side glance, she observed her father-in-law proceed towards the corner where the pot of wine was placed. He gulped three bowls full of wine and proceeded towards her. On hearing his footsteps near her, Debika felt as if her heart had been stuck inside her, she was trembling with an unknown fear.

Sasang slowly approached his daughter-in-law and cupped her face and lowered his mouth to hers. Goddess Masombango, she tasted so sweet. Her lips were full and soft like rain bugs (red velvet mites) and tasted slightly from the sweet wild cherry of the jungle. Just touching them sent a bolt of lust shooting through him. He licked the surface then drew a line along the closed seam.

"Open for me," he whispered.

And she did, allowing his tongue to sweep inside where it was hot and wet and delicious. He felt her shiver against him and hoped it was from the same vibrating sensation surging through him. He ate at her mouth, angling his head this way and that, coaxing her tongue to dance with his, mimicking sex with a thrust and retreat. His brain felt as though it were going to explode! He'd kissed her and for a moment, just a moment, she'd kissed him back! Oh, Goddess Masombango, his whole groin was on fire! It had never happened to him before! A strangled whimper tore out his chest and he pulled her to him roughly, pressing her whole delectable body into his, feeling the fleshy fullness of her soft breasts mash into his heaving chest. Debika got scared as she was feeling very nervous with a strange sensation going throughout her entire body, her head was whirling and her bones were turning to jelly as the old man held her crushed against his huge maleness.

"Please, just let me kiss you again ... I've never kissed such a young woman before, "he moaned.

The first time, he had said. A surge of pity swept through Debika, remembering the agony and sweet need of being an old man in need of a young cunt. And because of this, she responded unthinkingly, parting and softening her lips under his and wrapping her arms around the trembling old giant's slim-hipped waist. She raised her hands, and he gently tugged the small one-piece cloth material over her head, tossing the garment aside. The wild black eyes slit viciously and in answer, he pulled the top of her peasant one-piece cloth down a bit and with his strong black hands savagely tugged at the one-piece cloth from her upper body.

Her firm young breasts popped free, all white and pink nipples in the dim light of the lamp. He buried his face between her swelling breasts. Debika gasped at the gall of the old man! The feel of his hard body was that of a young man, though! She jerked and rolled once more and he rolled with her. Oh, Goddess Masombango! This was insane. The old tribe felt the softness and warmth of her small, curvaceous body in his arms, and they tightened around her as he hit the bed with her on top of him. He looked up into that beautiful, earnest white face and then hungrily kissed the full red mouth as he fiercely pulled her down to him! back to look up at him. It was now or never, he thought. He was going to have this white meat. He pulled his cramped arm away and slid it around his daughter-in-law's slender waist, burying his face a little deeper into the lush ripeness of her breast.

He stared in hunger at her breasts. He traced the flesh above them with the tips of his fingers, staring as if he'd never get enough of seeing them. A chill skimmed over Debika's skin, but it had nothing to do with cold and everything to do with the way Sasang, her old father-in-law was drinking in the sight of her. He lowered his head and very softly kissed each stiff nipple then scraped it lightly with his tongue. The shivers escalated. She could hardly wait to get to the next step, but he seemed determined to take his time. And was that such a bad thing, compared to men who blatantly made it plain that it was all about them?

He took a step backward, reached for the one piece of small cloth which was wrapped around her waist, popped it loose. He pushed the fabric down to her ankles, and she stepped out of it, nudging it to the side. And there she stood completely naked. He made her roll-on straw bed. His gaze raked her from head to toe then he knelt in front of her. Debika waggled her bottom vainly as she felt the hands that had been manipulating her bruised breasts slide down her heaving belly and close over her softly curling vaginal hair. One lewd finger parted it and slipped easily inside the cringing folds of genital perfumed flesh and sought the hotly aching little vertical mouth there.

Oh No! Not that! She didn't want to respond!

"Nnooooo ... Stopppppp ... Aaaaaahhhhhhhh," but it was no use.

The finger imperiously slid into her vagina and wormed back and forth, up and down the hotly slickened slit until she felt her belly start to tingle and her traitorously responding vagina closing eagerly inward on the invader. The old man's hand moved up to her already fiercely erect clitoris and pressed it like a button; all the alarms in her head rang out shrilly, and she felt the buzzing reverberate through her ragged nerves, and all her rapidly awakening flesh began to pulsate in a rising passion! No matter how hard she willed herself not to feel the delicious sensations that old man's finger was eliciting from her vainly protesting torso, the obscene responsiveness went on and increased with every movement of her tortured young flesh. Oh, God! She was as perverted as he if she could feel any passion whatsoever for this brute who used her so casually and Fingering her cunt harder now viciously!

Sasang could feel her suddenly hungrily clenching young pussy tighten around his hand as her helplessly writhing body began to slowly, involuntarily, respond to his finger fucking. Soon the little daughter-in-law would be screaming for another reason, he thought smugly ... screaming for more! He grinned even more lewdly, and then pushed in with a greater pressure; the finger sank into the second knuckle and, as the defeated girl began groaning in piteous submission, his thick finger was in all the way to the flat of his palm. He clasped her hips and licked her pussy through the dense patch of pubic hair.

Heat streaked through her body, and she thrust her hips forward, silently begging him to taste more. Deeper. But as with everything, he was taking this so slow she was ready to beg him to hurry, hurry, and hurry. She pushed her fingers into the thick grey silky of his hair, holding on for dear life as his tongue licked and lapped, traced the seam between hip and thigh before returning to her cunt.

Unexpectedly, an orgasm gripped her body, the walls of her pussy clenching, her body shaking. She anchored herself with her grip on Sasang's hair as he continued to use his mouth on her, riding her through the release. Panting in the aftermath, she tried to remember the last time she'd come that easily without even being penetrated. God, the man had the most talented mouth. He pulled her sweetly clasping pussy down over his face again. His tongue shot out in one hot lick and he was rewarded with her shrill scream of rapture. Her scream was resounded in the entire campus of Sasang's household. She groaned aloud, and then shrieked in pleasure as she ground her splayed pussy straight into his face and felt his tongue curl out to stab into the heated depths of her churning body, ramming a deliciously surging thrill of sensation to her raw nerve ends and setting her whole abdomen on fire! Ohhh, it was beautiful! The young daughter-in-law looked up to see her father-in-law.

Sasang's three wives were awoken suddenly from their beds and all of them smiled thinking that their daughter-in-law might have shrieked due to the entry of the big cock of their husband. The two brothers Pakul and Jojam apprehended the big cock of their father entering into the small cunt of their bride. Once in a moment of delirious joy, she screamed like a frantic girl, and the cry of exaltation was heard by the still standing, still hungrily sucking her big father-in-law who lifted his voraciously feasting mouth from her insanely twitching pussy. Sasang realized that his daughter-in-law had reached a heavy orgasm, he stood up. Debika also stood up and she loosened his loincloth which immediately fell near his feet and he was now completely naked.

She was so small in comparison to his powerful height that his eagerly heated penis was pounding and beating just below the swell of her full young breasts. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw for the first time the enormity of the fleshy rod. God! He would rip her into a thousand shrieking pieces if he tried to force that up to her tiny, seldom used vaginal opening.

"I'm going to fuck you, my daughter-in-law ... fuck you ... you will like it ... I am good ... my cock it is full and hard for you ... feel," said Sasang.

He grabbed her hand and held it on his long, rigid erection making a huge bulge between his two legs. The young daughter-in-law had placed both hands on her father-in-law's huge quivering penis and was wildly milking it back and forth. Suddenly there were responding vibrations in her body. She remembered the velvety feeling of his prick heatedly pounding like living animals in her hand. She could almost feel it now! His fingers were hungrily moving all over her naked breasts. Debika was so hungry to see such a huge beast that she couldn't resist her to take it inside her mouth; she signed her father-in-law for a 69 position. Both of them again rolled down on the straw bed facing opposite each other. Sasang felt the warm mouth of his daughter-in-law on his knob and his cock started to get harder and throb inside her mouth. His fingers with their rough pads stroked her breasts in quick bursts, coaxing whimpers of pleasure past her lips. His soft tongue, in contrast, lapped slowly down her middle and swirled around her belly ring. He stayed there a while, teasing her, feasting on her skin as if he had no other goal. When she bucked her hips in frustration, he chuckled against her body.

"I'm getting there," he whispered, his warm breath taunting her to higher pleasure.

He raised her hips with his strong, firm hands, gripping and holding her steady. She felt his tongue swirl around her shock of pubic hair, and his teeth nipped at her cunt lips. Then he slid between the folds, over her clit, and down into her pussy. When she moaned and squeezed her legs to urge him on, he reversed course and licked up and out. She grunted in frustration, kicked her heels against his shoulders, only to hear him chuckle again.

"Patience, my dear little daughter-in-law. I haven't done this in a long time, and I'm a hungry man. I intend to make this meal last," Sasang smiled.

Her new groan morphed into a long moan of pleasure as he lapped the area of taut skin between thigh and pussy. He traced a path around her mound and finished between her folds once more. He flicked her clit with short strokes of his tongue, making her jerk and writhe. His firm grip held her in place, and the restricted movement helped to heighten her arousal. Her fingers scratched at the smooth countertop, setting a rhythm she silently urged him to meet. He ignored her entreaties and took his time bringing her close to the brink, only to back off before she came.

"Ohhh, I am cumming again," she hissed.

His response was to blow against her damp curls before latching his lips around her swollen clit. As if sensing she was truly at the end of her rope, he suddenly sucked and stroked with the energy and speed she craved. The orgasm tore through her. She bucked her hips against his face and tossed her head as she screamed out her pleasure. Her cunt clamped down on a cock that wasn't there, and her body shook with the force of the waves of climax rocking it.

Then Sasang decided it was the right moment to fuck her daughter-in-law. He pulled at the upside-down girl's hips, trying to yank his cock from her hotly sucking mouth, but she refused to relinquish it ... clinging to the warm shaft like an unweaned calf sucking on a life-giving teat. Sasang was finally forced to shove his knees together and lower her to the bed before her wetly compressed lips plopped loudly loose. He picked up a palm-full of his saliva which he spread all over his eagerly throbbing cock. Then he came back with remaining saliva to smear it in and around Debika's expectantly raised little cunt opened for him. A moment later, he spread her helplessly trembling cunt lips wide again and placed the huge round bulbous head of his cock against the defensively little cunt opening. The thick full length of his penis pounded hotly into the crevice of her cunt, with the tip resting against the tiny hole wet from her vaginal juices and stretched wide from his finger. Pushing his hands under her thighs, he stretched her wide apart then directed his lust-hardened rock-like staff straight into the tightly clenched orifice of her cunt.

"Ohhh...nooooo. Please leave me," a shuttering scream resounded the entire campus of Sasang as Debika cried with her high voice, excruciating with pain.

The long and thick cock of Sasang tore through the small lips of her cunt and accommodated half of his penis. Tears rolled down from her eyes with extreme pain as if a hot rod had entered inside her vagina, she struggled to push her father-in-law off her but Sasang was like a crazy beast as he pushed further and his entire cock was inside her. She again cried with pain and screamed but now his entire cock was inside her. After some time, Sasang tried to move his huge cock inside her and the pain was gradually reduced. Now the old father-in-law was really pouring it to her, his lust-hardened prick fired in and out of her hotly clasping cunt like a well-oiled piston in a machine ... a fucking machine!

"Oooohhhhhhhhh ... Aaaaahhhhhh," she moaned beneath his hotly plundering old cock, and a suddenly grinning Sasang rammed it to her harder than ever as her hair swirling around her head began writhing and twisting in undisguised pleasure.

So ... the daughter-in-law liked it now that's why she was so tight! She'd hardly been used at all! Now she would not be able to do without it ever again. From tomorrow, every night she would come crawling back for more ... and he would supply her. He looked at her white body subserviently lying down under him in the lamplight and it was good. The glistening full moons of her ass gleamed whitely at him as he pounded into them with long powerful strokes, again and again, feeling his balls becoming heavier and heavier with the fiery semen his body manufactured inside his belly. He rammed harder just thinking about the huge volume of long-stored cum he would shoot far up into the little white bitch's aristocratic bowels!

Her cunt was gripping his cock and releasing it, repeatedly; her orgasmic response was gradually increasing and then reached its peak as her cunt gripped his cock tightly for a long time and slowly released. It was like a storm wave one after another; her body was shivering. She was like a wild animal crying aloud with ecstatic orgasmic pleasure. Gradually her orgasm subsided, as Sasang still was fucking at a high speed with all his energy, pounding into her cunt. 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. This was what she wanted, she wanted to be fucked, become pregnant that day, and he determined not to disappoint her. They disentangled, and she cleaned his cock with her small saree and lay down on the straw bed to allow his sperm to enter her womb and couple with her waiting fertile egg.

Lathango was waiting eagerly for the first night with his new daughter-in-law, Deboshree inside the hut. He was sipping the hard mahua wine to warm up his body, and then he heard the footsteps outside the hut. The door of the hut opened and he could see in the flickering light of the lamp, his daughter-in-law, Deboshree entered inside accompanied by his two wives and two sons, Gelango and Samango. Leaving Deboshree inside, all of them left immediately shutting the door of the hut. Lathango signed his daughter-in-law to come near him and sit beside her. With throbbing heart and anticipating an unknown fear, Deboshree came and sat beside her father-in-law on the straw bed covered with a thick bed sheet.

They stared at each other in the ambient light from the palm oil lamp. Deboshree looked as stunned as Lathango felt. He brushed his knuckle lightly against her cheek. He had to clear his throat twice before he could speak, "I think you have experience with my two sons so there is no need to be afraid from my side as I am an old man and we both have to spend our time together for one month. Come, my daughter-in-law, move a bit closer to me."

She moved into the circle of his arms, and his mouth brushed against hers, stirring that crackle of fire inside her body. He took his time, his firm lips scraping back and forth over hers, one hand sliding up her back so he could wind his fingers in her hair. With his tongue, he traced the outline of her lips over and over again, then the seam, until finally, she felt the soft pressure of his tongue silently urging her to open for him. Somehow the words sounded so much more sensual, so erotic and arousing. She melted into his touch, opening her mouth for him, welcoming the hot flame of his tongue, feeling the iron-hard length of his cock against her skin like a branding iron. Her pussy throbbed with need, but Lathango was taking his deliberate time.

Her hands crept up between them until they reached his shoulders, and she gripped them as if they anchored her. Lathango banded one arm around her to hold her steady, threading the fingers of the other hand through her soft-as-silk hair. He couldn't seem to stop kissing her and only lifted his head when his lungs cried for air.

"Depraved slut," she mentally told herself. Letting an old man like this kiss her ... leading him on ... being too nice to him. Deboshree felt the dark lips heatedly close on hers and the hard wiry arms holding her tightly imprisoned against his chest. In revulsion, she twisted her head to get away and felt his hand come up and yank her back. She struggled frantically as his hands bit into her flesh like steel claws, and then finally getting a little leverage she rolled across the smooth straw bed coming to a stop with the smirking. The old man was on top of her. He looked big, taller but he was so strong, and she could feel the bunched muscles under her hands as she shoved and pushed as hard as she. Deboshree swayed in his arms and his face came down. She felt his lips catch her mouth and the tongue push between her teeth in a deeply intimate kiss; his tongue was orally fucking her, and she was almost gagging as it hotly scoured her mouth.

As with everything else he did, the kiss was slow and deliberate. He explored her mouth, tasting every corner of it, holding her head in place. He shifted his lips to trace her jaw with light kisses and little nips before feasting on her neck and finally nipping lightly at the hollow of her throat. She knew he could tell how furiously her pulse raced. She slid her hand along his back, feeling the play of muscles beneath his skin. Pressing herself against him, she arched into his lips as they slid from her mouth along the valley between her breasts.​