Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

"I'm getting close," he warned, and she stopped, returning her hand to the base, and applying pressure to it to cut off any orgasm.

Bhashkar became aware of the feeling of her body sliding up and down his back, and her left hand started to move faster on his cock. He could feel her breasts, squeezed tightly between their bodies, and with the feeling of everything else, it amounted to too much.

"Not yet! I still have to rinse you, but at the same time, I have to take bath also" she informed him, and he opened his eyes to look back down at her. She used the washcloth to squeeze water down his body, and even the feel of the runnels of water running from the cloth had somehow become sensual, with the talents of this sultry young woman.

"What's are you chewing which I have noticed from a long time," asked Bhashkar.

"Papa, it's a strawberry chocolate," she replied.

She came closer to him in front. Now, he was sitting in front of her. He turned to look at her and noticed that he could clearly see her nipples through her wet shirt. They were hard! He had never noticed before, but they stuck out pretty far from the rest of her areola.

"All better, now?" He heard her ask, and looked up to realize he had been busted looking at her tits. The twinkle in her eyes told him he wasn't in any trouble.

She put her smooth arms around his neck, pulled him closer. He felt her breasts pressing against his chest. The softness of her breasts was stimulating. She came further closer and kissed his lips. Ohhh, that was very pleasant. That sent a current in him. She again put her lips on him and rubbed them. She kissed his lips for a bit longer that time.

"This," He pulled her against him hard, thrusting his voracious mouth on hers and catching her completely by surprise.

With startling force, he claimed her mouth again, but this time, the kiss was deeper, his embrace tighter. He opened his mouth and greedily swept his tongue over hers. Darting and striking, its tip moved within her as though attempting to conquer her from the inside out. Helpless to do anything but completely submit to her desire for him, she kissed him back, meeting every flick of his tongue with one of her own. His eagerly questing tongue probed the whole warm wet surface of her mouth inside. He plundered her mouth, exploring its depths until she was nearly overcome with ecstasy-induced delirium. The heat of the kiss, like a wildfire out of control, burned through her all the way to her soul. Gradually Bhashkar heard her protesting moans turn soft as he went on orally fucking into her softly pliant mouth.

She could feel his wildly throbbing penis pounding against her belly; it felt huge! She tried to imagine how large it would be if it were released. Bhashkar had been wonderfully big and she couldn't imagine any man being better. His rigidly erect cock was hard against her young quivering belly, and he could feel the breath catching in her throat as he ground his straining bulge against near her pussy, near the thin lounging skirt, searching the soft warm wonder of her trembling body.

Her earlier bored restlessness was gone; she felt a sweet lazy fatigued feeling as her bones turned soft from Bhashkar's hot mouth wetly tonguing her ear, and his enormous erection grinding masterfully against her belly. The wild anticipation was rapidly building into heated incandescence in her loins when the old man stopped. She had expected Bhashkar to be passionate but never imagined how profoundly intense he could be. If this kiss was a prelude of things to come, just what would the rest of the afternoon bring? Absolute bliss? Enthusiastic, sweaty sex the likes of which she'd never dared to wish for? The thought alone spurred a rush of cream to her pussy, further wetting the insides of her already slick thighs.

This time Bhashkar leaned in and placed his mouth on hers. He parted her lips and tasted her fully, feasting on her tongue, her teeth, and the delicate roof of her mouth. When he'd had enough, he broke the kiss, but not before taking the opportunity to gently nip her bottom lip.

"I like, too. Strawberry is a good flavor on you." He dabbed the treat on both her cheeks then followed up with a lapping kiss, "Tastes good there, too. I wonder what it's like on your neck."

Arpita reached down, removing her dress completely. For the first time, he was looking at his daughter-in-law nude. Her B-cup round tits were erected upwards, and her large red nipples were hard as he had ever seen a woman's. His eyes then followed her slender waist down to her hairy pussy. There was no mistaking the gleam that was shining from her nether lips.

He could view the twin fleshy mountains whose peaks were capped with reddened erectile nipples. In all, he thought, right now her tits look like two big scoops of ice cream, each generous scoop topped with a cherry. She lay still, one leg propped up and the other scraping gently on the floor with the fluid motion of the swing. When Bhashkar's tongue wetly dug into the depression of her tiny navel. It was like a red hot needle shafting straight through her body and the rapturous blood poured through her loins like molten lava shooting from a deep inferno,exposing the softly curling hairs of the black pubic triangle between her thighs.

"That isn't all I wanted to do." Bhashkar knelt between her trailing leg and the swing, burying his face in the warm white softness of her tits.

Suddenly he was conscious of his rasping beard against the sensitive skin of her breasts. No matter how often he shaved it, it seemed there was always a little left. "I didn't mean to scrape you."

Her glorious huge breasts swayed and jiggled with each move. Her areolas were big and pink. Her dark pink cup-sized areolas and nipples hardened. Her heavy breasts became heavier and full almost painful. She sat upright on the floor of the tub leaning over him so that her breast hangs an inch above his face, offering the jutting nipple, carried her breast to his mouth in the gesture of a nursing mother, the dark engorged jutting long nipple of her breast. Leaning over him so her breast hangs an inch above his face, offering the nipple.

Goddamn! Bhashkar moved his mouth across the nakedly hot breast and captured one rust-colored big brown heavy engorged hard and jutting nipple in his mouth and sucked it like a thick malt coming reluctantly through a soda straw. He heard her groan softly as her breast hardened more and strained up to his hungry mouth!

She began shaking like a clothesline in a high wind, "Ohhhh ... Papa ..."

He sucked harder, swirling his tongue tantalizingly over the rigid nipple quivering so salaciously. The young girl arched her back and raised her chest, eagerly offering both trembling mounds of flesh to his hotly devouring mouth. To Bhashkar they were like warm divinity candy as they heaved under his mouth. Bhashkar could feel his cock wildly beating under her legs, His mouth moved over to the other neglected nipple and began a long, slow sucking of it too.

"Go on, Papa ... suck my tits ... suck them hard ... Yesss ... bite them ... it hurts so good! Bite them!" she commanded, feeling the heady exhilaration of knowing the power she held over his man.

Again and again, Bhashkar sank his teeth into the white softly pliant flesh. He nibbled the tender budded nipples and then laved them with his tongue, soothing and sucking until she was a writhing mass of impatiently whimpering lust! He kept on sucking like a hungry baby sucking milk from mother's breast while her hand was below his head holding it like a feeding mother breastfeeding her baby son. She was like a nursing mother nursing, breasts heavy with full of milk because still she was feeding her baby, aching painfully, and wanted to feed her hungry baby son, to relieve unbearable ache caused by overflowing milk. She wanted her breasts to be sucked and emptied. Her mother instinct triggered hormones in her mind and her body was responding with an uncontrollable need to breastfeed and her breasts to be sucked and emptied.

Bhashkar sucked on her jutting nipple. He could feel milk coming out of her breasts. He sucked on more intensely and could taste her milky breast juices till the flow stopped.

Suddenly she said, "That's enough for this one, take the other now."

Bhashkar took the other. She had placed her hands on the back of him, and she was breathing forcefully now. He sucked milky juice drop by drop coming into his mouth. He was surprised that the milky juices coming out from her breasts and happily sucked on. Bhashkar could sense her immense uncontrollable desire and need to breastfeed him. He continued sucking her breast milk juices from both breasts alternatively. He was surprised that she was having such intense reflexes that her breasts became so big and heavy and her nipples grew erect, enormously swollen and oozing out milky juices. She was actually lactating. She moaned with great relief and pleasure as he sucked on and emptied her breasts. She felt relieved after her heavy breasts were emptied by sucking her breast milk. But her sexual desire further mounted to greater peaks. She was eager to submit and surrender herself and ready to be taken and fucked.

But to his disappointment, Arpita said, "Papa, it is time to rinse off."

Arpita stepped out of the tub. She dried herself off first, then helped him from the tub, started draining it, and finally began to dry him off. She led him back to his room, where she plopped herself on the edge of his bed, pulled her legs to her chest, holding them there with one arm, and used her other hand to reach around and start vigorously rubbing her cunt.

"Papa, now nobody would come here or intrude on us as it is your sponging and bathing time. Oh, I need you in me now, Papa! I'm so wet, and can't wait anymore! I hate doing it in showers, hope you don't mind."

How could he possibly mind, as he watched her slip her middle two fingers into her slick slit, frigging herself? Bhashkar looked down as he felt her lips engulf the head of his cock, and begin to bring it the rest of the way back to life. Her head dropped to his lap, and suddenly he found his cock surrounded by Arpita's warm, wet mouth. Her hand continued to slide along his cock, while her tongue worked wonders on the head of his penis.

She was truly talented when it came to sucking cock, and soon had him at full mast. She stood up, and bent over in front of him, pulling up her skirt. Bhashkar could see she wasn't wearing any panties. She backed up to him slowly, until his cock sat between her small butt cheeks. She wiggled her ass, groaning, and Bhashkar knew what she wanted. She wanted him to reach down and put it in, but that was something he simply wasn't capable of doing. After a few moments of this, she finally looked back to see what was taking so long, and he almost had to laugh at the look of embarrassment that crossed her face.

"Sorry, Papa, for a moment I forgot that your both hands are tied. We can do one thing, you can lie on your back on the bed so that I could ride you above of you and that would be the best position for both of us. Let me help you to climb up the bed," she said and helped him.

She just meekly nodded her head and waited for him to lie down. Bhashkar felt almost foolish, lying on his back, his arms stiffly raised in the air, but quickly forgot about that as Arpita removed her shirt and bra, freeing her voluptuous breasts. Her nipples were large and hard as she squatted over him. Arpita crawled on top of him and started kissing him with more passion than he thinks he has ever been kissed with before. Her hands cupped his face, and their tongues fought a battle for dominance that neither of them ever wanted to end.

"Okay, Papa. I will do this for you. Only for you, Papa, because I love you so much." She refused to look at him as she spoke, but he felt her hand grasp his penis, and aim for her pussy.

She was getting wet fast, and soon Bhashkar felt her hand reach between them, and position him at the entrance to her virginal hole. "Take it slow, as you know my cock is huge for your small hole," Bhashkar cautioned.

Arpita nodded and biting her lower lip, started to slide back, slowly impaling herself on him. She reached between her legs, grasped his cock at the base, and aimed for her glory. She slid back slowly, and Bhashkar felt every delicious inch of this redhead's pussy as it sucked and grasped his head deeper into its folds. He moaned, unable to hold back, and started moving his hips. She was so wet already, that he sank his big knob into her without a problem. His big plump sized head slipped past her slippery folds, forcing a moan that seemed to resonate from his whole being. She slowly started to lower herself, and he was surprised to find that the head went in so easily. It only took him a moment to realize what was happening. Suddenly there was a pop, and her eyes were scrunched closed as she mouthed the word "owe", over and over again. She had stopped as soon as the head had passed her pussy lips, but he gave a slight lift to his hips to tell her to continue. She opened her eyes and finally looked at him.

"Dear, I want to make sure you are lubed up enough so that it doesn't hurt too much," he said.

He soon felt the barrier on the way, and Arpita stopped. "It kind of hurts, Papa," Arpita whimpered.

"We can stop if you want to. I never want to hurt you, Arpita, my beautiful little daughter-in-law," Bhashkar looked lovingly into her black eyes, and saw determination reflected back at him .

"No, papa, I think the muscles inside have become tight due to not being used quite a long time as no cock has entered inside for so many months," she said.

Without warning, she slammed her whole body down on him. A scream that he was sure the people in the corridor of the hospital must have heard. Arpita's head lay pressed to his cheek as she lay nearly motionless atop him.

"Don't move. Just get used to it," he had to control himself, as her extremely tight pussy seemed to be convulsing around his cock. It felt great, but his greater concern was for his dear little daughter-in-law.

Arpita nodded next to him, "It's like ripping off a Band-Aid. Better to just get it over with."

Bhashkar turned his head and started to kiss her cheek. He realized his lips were coming away wet, as she was crying, "Oh, Arpita. I knew it was a mistake. I'm so sorry. I had no idea that my cock would hurt you so much despite you being a young mother of a child."

"Shut up, Papa, will you? I am crying because I am so happy, silly! Just--Just hold still. I didn't realize how full I would feel down there," she smiled.

After a couple of moments, she moved slightly, testing, then held still again. Bhashkar kept kissing her, and she finally brought her face to him. Bhashkar could still see the tears, but he could also see the happiness in her eyes. He didn't think he had ever loved his little daughter-in-law more than he did at that moment. As their lips met again, Arpita began a slow steady rhythm on top of him. As their kissing became more passionate, so too did the thrusts, and sliding of their movements. She began to rock her hips, and Bhashkar could feel buried deep inside her. Finally, her pussy rested on his crotch, and she stopped, trying to adjust to the feeling of him deep within her.

He lay there for a few moments, eyes closed, as she rocked back and forth on him until he started to notice a change. Bhashkar opened his eyes and saw that she had started to gyrate her hips, and was even biting her lower lip, eyes closed. An expression that told him she was starting to enjoy this. He started to rotate his hips in counterpoint to her, and her eyes flew open and locked on him.

"Oh, fuck, that's starting to feel good. I never knew it would feel like this, Papa." She began to pick up the pace, and even started grunting with each thrust, "Ahh, Yes! I love having your cock in my pussy! Yes, move it like that Papa. Fuck me harder, harder!"

Bhashkar could feel her pussy, pressing his penis between them, as she rocked her hips back and forth. She started to moan, and his own soon followed. He desperately wished he could enfold her in his arms. They both moaned as their bodies, writhed with one another, grunting as he used his hips to thrust up into her from below, surprised at how hot it felt within her. Never had he felt such heat from a pussy, and it felt beyond measurably good. Her hips rotated on top of him, their kiss only breaking when one of them needed air, but neither of them desired air very much.

"Oh, Gawd! Why didn't we do this years ago in the jungle?" Arpita bawled and threw her head back. Her hips were moving in a frantic, almost desperate staccato. . Eager to please, he raised his head and shoulders to latch his lips onto a nipple. With her head back, he lifted his and brought one of her sweet nipples into his mouth, he flicked his tongue against the hard bud. She mewed her delight and increased her rhythm. She pressed down again and began to ride him while she rubbed her two breasts on his chest in silence. He switched to her other breast, sucking and licking, then pressing his teeth against the nipple in a gentle bite. He held onto her for long seconds before releasing her again. Her gasp as the blood flowed back into her nipple led him to soothe it with long, wet strokes.

He repeated the mild torture with the other side while she clasped his waist and increased the speed in which her cunt caught and release his throbbing cock. Warm. Tight. Welcoming. She seated him fully and sat there on his body, splaying her fingers across his stomach. Her fingertips tickled his nipples. She squeezed and relaxed the muscles of her cunt several times in a slow rhythm that heightened his arousal. . She was so small and delicate compared to him that even if he'd been able to slide his body between her legs, he still would have preferred her to be on top, setting the pace, keeping him in check.

She moaned and leaned forward, her body lifting off of his. He thrust up with his hips to keep them connected, but he needn't have worried. She wasn't letting him go. She gasped and groaned and writhed as she bucked wildly against him. Her hands gripped his arms, and her nails gouged his skin. With a violent throw of her head, she came undone. Arpita started to cum, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she convulsed. Sobs spilled from her mouth, and the walls of her cunt contracted around him, milking him, urging him to join her. The climax tore out of him. He shouted around the mouthful of flesh he slavishly worshipped still. Bhashkar could feel her juices gushing around his cock, and her sweet, tight pussy began to milk him in earnest.

"Arpita, please get off me. I am too close. I can't cum in you!"Bhashkar cried.

Arpita just continued to rock on top of him. He was not sure if she didn't hear him, or just didn't care, but he knew he was too close, and the bliss of feeling his beautiful little daughter-in-law so sweetly engulfing his cock became too much, Bhashkar felt Arpita's muscles contract, and she nearly bit his tongue, as her second orgasm took her. He just continued lifting his hips, trying to copy her gyrating motion. She sat upright on him and grabbed both her breasts in her hands, squeezing her hard nipples.

"Oh, you feel so good deep inside me, could I be your wife, Papa, your lover, and darling?" she panted.

"Yes dear, from this moment, you are no longer my daughter-in-law, you are my wife," he replied.

"It has been so long since I've had anyone in there, and you feel so good my new husband!" Her eyes opened and looked at him as she continued, "I love the way my new husband's cock feels sliding in and out of me. My new husband--No! I won't lie anymore. I love having my father-in-law's cock in me. I love feeling my father-in-law's cock fill me to bursting and making me cum all over him!"

Her words got to him, and watching her, he could no longer hold back. He started to buck his hips, driving his penis in deeper, started to shoot, and depositing his seed deep inside her. It seemed to go on forever, each spurt lasting for hours. Her eyes went wide as he did. Her arms wrapped around him, and she pulled her body tight into his as they rode out their release together. This seemed to do it for her, and this time the scream that echoed off the walls was one of ecstasy and fulfillment.

"Oh! Oh, Papa! I can feel you cumming deep in my cervix. It feels so warm. Oh, Gawd, it's making me cum agaaaaiiinnn!" That is so hot. So warm! I can feel it shooting deep in me Papa! Ahh, it feels so, feels so, good!" and she convulsed again on top of him.

After catching their collective breaths, he gently kissed Arpita's cheek, then whispered, "Next time we use a condom. You need to go get cleaned up so you don't get pregnant."

She looked to him, smiling sweetly. "Don't worry, Papa. It is the wrong time of my cycle."

Arpita collapsed on top of him, and they fell asleep together.

After half an hour, Arpita opened her eyes as he shook under her, trying to wake her up, and she smiled as she looked into his eyes. "Thank you, Papa, for after a long time being widowed for giving me a baby soon!"

She got up, and there was another small pop as he left her ass.

"I hate to ask," he pretended to be meek, "But would you mind cleaning me up?"

She quickly jumped at the opportunity, and she went to the corner of the room, grabbed something, and returned with some tissues and wet clothes. Arpita cleaned the crotches of their carnal juices and proceeded to clean them both up. Then she planted her lips firmly against him, and slid his cock home; back to the place from where it had come out.

It was lunchtime, Without saying a word to him, Arpita got up and arranged the lunch tray, poured a glass of water for him, "How are you feeling this afternoon?" he whispered as she sat next to him.

"I'm really sore, but don't you dare apologize," She finally looked at him, and there was no mistaking the determination in her eyes, "I don't regret any of it."

Bhashkar kept smiling at her. "Nor do I, my new wife. Nor do I!"

Dinner was over, the moonlight streaming through the window and Bhashkar could see that Arpita was wearing the same transparent dress she wore the other night. His cock, already stiff from the anticipating of a night fuck, stiffened more at the sight of her, causing another moan to escape his lips. She moved quickly to the side of the bed and sat down, placing her hand on his leg.

"Do you--" She paused to swallow, "Do you need some help, again my dear husband?"

Her hand began to rub up and down along his blanket-covered leg, sending chills up his spine. Instead, her lips found his for a brief kiss and he said, "If I am your new husband, then it is alright, I suppose."

Her hand worked its way under the covers, quickly finding his turgid cock, as their lips met once more. She began to kiss down his neck, to his chest, and even licked by his nipples. He had never had such types of experience before but he found he rather liked it and moaned as she continued. Her hand was playing with his cock, but the angle was wrong, and it didn't feel as good as it normally did.

He kicked the blankets off him, and Arpita started kissing her way down further, until she finally stared at his cock in the eye, "My husband's thick cock," he heard her murmur, and then slipped the head past her lips.

Arpita took her time, slowly licking around the head of his penis, her hands lightly tickling the sides of his cock. Somehow the actions of her hands seemed to make him even harder, and he groaned in delicious ecstasy.

"Arpita, I want to taste you again," he said, and she turned and looked at him sharply.

"I am your wife now, remember?" she said.

Understanding the game, he corrected himself, "Arpita, my love, I want to taste you."She shuddered as if the words were caressing her soul, and in a daze slowly stood up and undressed. He had seen her naked that morning, but then it had been in a flash of mad lust. This time it was slow and deliberate, and all the more sensual for it.
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