Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

During their stay at Goa beach, Arnab had married Bipasha in a temple and now all three of them had moved to Shimla for their honeymoon trip. They were staying in a big hotel at Shimla, being provided a spacious room with a big bed where four persons could be accommodated easily, with a drawing-room attached. Madhu was standing near the open window of the hotel room. From there she could see the Himalayan mountain range at a distance. The sunlight was reflecting on the White Mountain range as if those were silver mountains.

"Arnab, see the snow-clad mountains. Waaaoo! The scene is so marvelous; I have never seen it in my life, "exclaimed Madhu.

"Mom, the atmosphere here is very cool, it is very chilly even at this hour of the afternoon, "complained Bipasha from the bed, her entire body was wrapped with a red woolen blanket.

"Dear, how many times I have told you not to address me as Mom, now you are married to Arnab and you are his second wife and now you are like my younger sister. Why don't you simply address me as Madhu?" said Madhu in a grumbling face.

"Sorry, Mom! I can't. You may be the first wife of Arnab but I am born from you and you would be always mom for me," said Bipasha.

"Madhu, what's the harm of Bipasha calling you Mom! In fact, she is your own daughter. Even, I would feel myself more erotic when I feel that both mother-daughter duos are my two wives, "intervened Arnab.

"OK, OK, dear, call me Mom always, I have no problem, "smiled Madhu and looked towards her daughter.

"The main purpose of our honeymoon at Shimla is to enjoy the snow falling, to glide in snow surface, throwing snowballs to each other, and to make both of your two bodies warm under the blanket in the background of this chilly atmosphere, "smiled Arnab.

"But, the snow falling is yet to start at Shimla!" said Madhu.

"I have inquired the meteorological Dept. of Shimla has forecasted that the first snowfall will happen at Kufri then only the next snowfall will happen at Shimla," said Arnab.

"Where is Kufri?" asked Madhu.

"Kufri is a resort hill station, the top hill of Shimla, the highest point, just 20 K.M. from here, which is very close to the Himalayan range. We have to go up by horses and I have already booked a cottage there for the three of us. We all will enjoy the first snowfall there, "said Arnab.

Madhu thought for a while and said, "No, no, Arnab. I am afraid of riding a horse. During my childhood, once I had visited Kufri on horseback with my parents and I had already fallen back from the horse through the steep mountain road and would have died by falling from hundreds of feet above. It would be better if I stay at the hotel and you two enjoy the honeymoon."

"Are you serious?" asked Arnab.

"Yes, you both enjoy. Bipasha is young and after being a widow, she has not enjoyed a male body for quite a long time. This is an opportunity for her to enjoy solely with you in the snowy atmosphere. I am allowing you both love birds for a quiet and intimate moment at Kufri which would be a real honeymoon for both of you. Further, it is a matter of 3 days, by the time you both return, there would be snow falling at Shimla and all of us would enjoy here, "replied Madhu.

"Mom, can you prepare the drinks, I am feeling very chilly, "grunted Bipasha.

Madhu poured whiskey from the bottle into three glasses and prepared the drinks and said, "My dear daughter, along with this drink, you need a good fuck from Arnab so that you will not feel the chilliness."

"Hey, Arnab Grandpaa, come and fuck me," teased Bipasha.

Arnab smiled at her teasing words and said, "My dear Bipasha, I am no longer your Arnab Grandpaa. I remember your birth, a little white baby cuddled in the arms of Madhu, wrapped and bundled in white cloth. Your own Grandfather, Bhashkar, the best friend of mine was very happy about your arrival in the family. Who could have imagined that one day you would marry my late son Debasish and become a mother of a daughter, my granddaughter, and now becoming a second wife of mine!"

Bipasha giggled and said, "That's true! Who could have imagined that this grand old man of the family with his strong cock would fuck and marry my mom, even begetting a son from my mom! The matter does not end here, this old man, that is you not only fucked the granddaughter of his best friend who was his daughter-in-law also but married her and making her as his second wife."

"Shut up your mouth, you naughty girl, you are talking too much, "admonished Madhu in a fake tone and turned her face towards Arnab and said, "Arnab, keep her calm by giving a good fuck now."

Bipasha further giggled, "Come, old man, fuck me. Impregnate me once again, my daughter is already 3 years old. I am ready for a further pregnancy and I need a son from you."

Bipasha was the best thing that had happened to his life. He had known her all his life, from her infancy stage but never noticed her. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that the granddaughter of his best friend would become his daughter-in-law and then his second wife. Arnab realized that his new bride was anything but too young for himself. Rather, he was feeling too much nervous on their wedding night itself. There was nothing shy or timid in her manner, no sign of hesitation. On the contrary, it was he who suddenly felt nervous and unsure despite fucking her in sand dunes at Goa beach.

On their wedding night in Goa, all his anxieties returned. He worried that he was getting old day by day and at this old age how could he satisfy such a young girl like Bipasha forever as he had married her as his second wife. He was getting older after all and now married to Bipasha, the young widow of his late son. He made a first, fumbling, clumsy attempt, trying to kiss her ineptly as she sat on the bed dressed in all her bridal finery. Her mother Madhu was sitting beside her to supervise and guide both. Bipasha must have understood the problem he was facing and she took over, and he felt incompetent and inexperienced as she worked his body with a cunning that took his breath away. Gently, tenderly, unhurriedly, expertly, she aroused him till he was almost screaming with excitement. Her lips and fingers and tongue were everywhere, and then she had his cock in her cunt and it was a hot, tight vortex that drew him down, down, down, and drowned him in a sea of endless joy.

She moaned and panted eagerly as he plunged greedily into her flesh and then, to his utter shock, started egging him on with a litany of gutter obscenities. Strangely aroused, he rocked deep into her flesh and she cried out in joy and begged for more. Their cataclysmic orgasms were almost simultaneous. Later, snuggling naked on the sweat and love juice-stained sheets, Arnab kissed her gently, caressing her breast.

"Bipasha!"He whispered.

"Mm?" She swirled her tongue over his nipple and her fingers were already crawling down his belly.

Her nipple hardened between his fingers and he felt her breast swell and grow turgid with excitement.

"I am no longer a young man. Are you satisfied?" he asked.

Suddenly her lips were hot on his and her body was across his. "Arnab," she whispered. "Don't ask me that. Not tonight. Tomorrow, maybe, and I'll tell you how much I have enjoyed your fucking. Not tonight. Tonight, just let's enjoy each other."

Then he moaned softly as her lips engulfed his penis and she started again. She was inexhaustible, insatiable and she aroused him repeatedly with such gentle dexterity and skill that he never felt otherwise than in full control. It was only later that he realized that it was she, and not he, who had guided their lovemaking till the end, that he had only done what she always intended him to do, said what she wanted to hear, moved to her rhythm.

The next day, they left for their honeymoon to Shimla and Arnab was hopelessly and passionately in love. At the luxury hotel in Shimla which he could afford it easily, he fell on her the minute they arrived, and, laughing, she tormented him, teasing and flirting with him till he was mad with lust. Madhu was giving them full scope and paved the way for their full honeymoon. Madhu made it clear to her husband Arnab and her daughter Bipasha that it was their honeymoon and they could enjoy to the fullest in her presence and she would not come in their way, Madhu would sleep by the side of them when they would fuck. Bipasha would request Arnab to fuck her mother occasionally and then, laughing, Bipasha would give in and he would fuck Madhu as one possessed. She would arch in evidently with pleasure under him and would make him go faster, harder, deeper.

They fucked all afternoon, slept all evening, skipped dinner, and fucked all night. By three in the morning, they were ravenous and he ordered too much food and drink from room service. It took forty-five minutes to arrive and they used the time to fuck again, and he took her from behind, squatting over her hips and pounding his inflamed penis in and out of her cunt, crushing her swinging breasts in his hands. Bipasha orgasmed violently and he jerked out of her came between her buttocks, on her anus, and then slid his cock into her cunt again. He could call it what he liked, but they were still only fucking, doing what every one of God's creatures did. Intimidated, Arnab would always let her take him to bed. Bipasha was apparently insatiable and over the next two days, they fucked daily. He enjoyed the sex and her body.

"What are you thinking, my dear husband?"Madhu nudged him, "Go my daughter is feeling cold and waiting for you in bed."

"Yes, dear, I was thinking about my wedding night at Goa and was thinking how I fucked your daughter for the last two days here. You were always there to guide us, today is the third day at Shimla after we departed from Goa and your daughter is insatiable, "said Arnab.

"Obviously! After becoming a widow for quite a long time, her well is dry and it needs a fresh downpour of showers from you as she is now your second wife, "smiled Madhu.

At that time, they heard a knock at the door. Just as the room-service steward rapped on the door. Cursing softly, Arnab went to the door while Bipasha jumped out from the bed and flung on a gown, and stepped out onto a nearby chair. The waiter wheeled the laden trolley into the room, and Madhu moved from the window, shivering slightly, remarking on the chill in the air. Madhu looked at the waiter and she felt a sudden, fleeting tension, a peculiar glint in her eyes. The waiter was a tall, handsome, lean man. Then it was gone and the waiter turned to Arnab with the leather folder and ball-point pen to sign the voucher.

"What's your name?" asked Madhu.

"Memsahib, you may call me Ramesh," he softly replied.

Ramesh, the waiter was wondering who these occupants were. For the last three days, they were boarding in this hotel and they would hardly go out except in the evening for sometimes to outside. It was Ramesh, who would serve them for their breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Who was this old man with grey hair he asked himself? Who were these two females? The eldest female was most probably above 40 years but looked too young like a young woman of 30 years. The other female was no doubt a young girl of around 22 years. Was this old man father of these two females? Was the eldest female wife of this old man and the younger one was their daughter? No, that could not be! How could she be the wife of such an old man? Ramesh answered himself. Then Ramesh thought he should mind his own business, whoever they were it didn't concern his business as he was a mere waiter.

Arnab signed it and handed it back and the waiter thanked him in a voice that somehow seemed to convey bafflement. He looked at Arnab a shade longer than was polite in such a plush hostelry and only turned away when Arnab doubled the tip. Arnab looked at his retreating back for a minute, wondering what it was that he had missed, when the steward said, in a very odd voice, "Have a very good day, sir."

Before Arnab could respond, the door clicked shut. Arnab turned to find Bipasha already at the trolley, heaping a plate. He looked at her and felt his pulse quicken. Her gown had fallen open and her naked body was revealed to his view. Her long 'mangal sutra' (A Hindu groom ties the auspicious thread around the bride's neck on the day of their holy nuptial) swung against her breasts and belly.

"Here you are, love," She handed him the plate, heaped with food, and turned towards Madhu," Mom, come. Let us finish the lunch."

"I don't want to eat. I want to fuck you, "smiled Arnab.

"After you've eaten," Bipasha smiled back.

"No, now. I want to come in your mouth and on your face and your tits and in your cunt and..." said Arnab.

Madhu laughed prettily, "That's a lot of coming, Arnab. You won't be able to do any of it unless you eat. Eat."

"Only if you will, "said Bipasha.

"Of course, "replied Arnab.

"Take off your clothes. I like seeing you naked, "further requested Arnab.

"All right. Take off yours first, "teased Bipasha.

"No. You take off mine. Later. When we fuck. I like having you do that, "said Arnab.

Bipasha smiled and slithered out of her gown. They ate in bed and Arnab realized how hungry he was when the first morsel went into his mouth. He took a second helping and was about to go for a third when she stopped him.

"Enough. You must eat little, fuck, eat again. If you eat too much, you won't be able to do anything, "said Bipasha.

By this time, Madhu had finished her lunch and said, "I am feeling sleepy. You two can do anything whatever you both wish and I wouldn't disturb you."

Then Arnab's cock was in Bipasha's mouth and they tumbled around on the floor, and he struggled around and pulled her legs apart and pushed his head into her crotch, questing for her cunt with his tongue, aching to thrust it deep into that warm, succulent, perennially moist cavern. Her tongue and lips and teeth wrought their magic on his penis and her slender finger slipped between his buttocks and pressed to his anus. He felt his jizz roil up, eager for a release. Astride his lap, impaled on his cock, her dark hair tumbling down her front, she smiled gently down at him. He rocked gently under her, not hurrying, toying with her splendid breasts. Unable to get enough of her wonderful body, her cunt squeezed his penis gently, insistently. She bent over and kissed him, her hot, heavy breasts swinging against his chest, her 'mangal sutra' cold between their bodies.

"Love, listen to me," suddenly she whispered, "Believe me when I say that these past two nights have been the most wonderful in a long time."

She smiled and lifted her breast to his lips. He nibbled on her stiff nipple and she moaned softly.

"Come on, now," she said. "Fuck me, Arnab! Fuck my slit! Come on! Shove your cock into my cunt!"

Then both of them slid to near a snoring Madhu under the big blanket. They woke late afternoon and fucked again. Arnab was aroused by the touch of her lips on his cock and his penis ballooned swiftly in her mouth. They fucked slowly and unhurriedly.

Madhu opened her eyes and was surprised to see them fucking," What's the hell are you both doing? Still fucking, ohh! My God!"

After the accidental death of Mihir and Bipin, both Kallu and Ramu took over the assignment of all works of the two households and also assisted two widowed maids Kaberi and Archana who were now in charges of cooking. Kallu and Ramu were enjoying their new lives in the servant quarters but they had one problem how to satisfy their sexual needs. Both of them could no longer afford to visit the city's brothel areas as the prostitutes would demand a too much higher price for even an hour which was costly affairs for both Ramu and Kallu. Before being found by the family at the temple, both the friends were begging.

Each street, railway platform, and all the open places of Kolkata were cramped with beggars. If you visit at night in Kolkata, you will find beggars everywhere outside like a swarm of bees. The police would drive them from the places but after some time, they would reassemble once again.

When both Ramu and Kallu were beggars, they had chosen two safe places to stay at night where nobody could disturb them. One was a broken bridge, far away from the city; it was in the outskirt of the city. Under that broken bridge, around 20 nos of beggars were living under the roof of the bridge which was sheltering them from the rain. Initially, Ramu and Kallu were staying there; both of them were quite friendly with other beggars who accepted them as family members of their beggar family.

Just near this broken bridge, there was a slum occupied by around 50 nos of slum dwellers that were from low classes doing all kinds of dirty and odd jobs. The slum dwellers were not beggars but they were mainly sweepers, toilet cleaners, manual laborers, Ragpickers, and others doing different low odd jobs of the city. Around 100 meters away from the slum, there was an abandoned Loco shed with a broken roof of Railway Dept. Once upon a time, this place was crowded with workers and Rail engines and this place was a place for locomotive maintenance and repair facility for electric locomotives of the Indian Railways. In course of times, it was abandoned and the place was surrounded by wild shrubs and bushes. There were rusted rail tracks spread everywhere with a big broken abandoned train bogey in the middle. The slum dwellers would usually not come to this place rather they would use the long shrubs surrounding this place as open defecation. The entire area was full of stench smell of human excrements.

There were around 30 nos of beggars staying in this secluded area, who would beg whole day in the city and would take shelter here in the night peacefully without intervenes of anybody nor by any authority. But there was an authority here; he was 50 years old, one-eyed named Jaggu, who was the boss of this area, the most fearsome person among the beggars. If any beggar would disobey his command, Jaggu would beat him or her mercilessly. He would do nothing, whole day either he would drink country-made cheap wine or smoke Ganja (grass) and he had the privilege to stay inside the train bogey whereas other beggars would stay under the broken loco shades. In the evening, all beggars would share some percentage of their begging to Jaggu and even serve him his evening meal after cooking. Jaggu was like a king there.

After staying sometimes under the broken bridge, the two friends Ramu and Kallu shifted to loco shade. Both the friends impressed Jaggu with their manners and soon became his trustee aides and stayed inside the bogey. Both the friends would supply Jaggu with wine and ganja. Jaggu was very happy when he learned that these two friends Ram and Kallu had been absorbed as servants in two rich households. Both Ramu and Kallu had not forgotten their old beggar friends, they would often visit the broken bridge, as well as the loco, shed to meet all their old beggar friends. Gradually, their visit became once in a week to their two old places. In fact, their purpose was to fuck some female beggar which was cheap, and sometimes it was also free to them.

Every weekend night, the two friends Ramu and Kallu would sneak away from two bungalows.

One of them would stay the night under the broken bridge and the other one would go to the loco shed. The beggars under the bridge would locate some female beggar sleeping there and one of them either Ramu or Kallu would stay under the bridge to fuck the female beggar. The other friend would move towards Loco shed where Jaggu would provide him a female beggar to fuck inside the bogey.

Usually, the female beggars would never demand money from the two friends as they would find them very neat and clean and well dressed who would not hesitate to fuck their rotten bodies, rather every female beggar would wait eagerly for the arrival of these two gentlemen at the weekend night. But both Ramu and Kallu would generously donate some money to these female beggars after spending a night with them.

The family members of the household would have always an early dinner so that they could go to bed early and enjoy their fucking till midnight. The time was 9.00 P.M. Bhashkar and his two wives, the mother-daughter duos, Ashmita and Arpita settled the four kids in a room, they kissed all the kids with a goodnight kiss and closed the room. Now, Bhashkar retired in his bedroom with his two wives. He had already started initiatives of foreplay with his two wives. But it was a weekend night of enjoyment for two servants of the household, Ramu, and Kallu. When both of them were confirmed that the landlord, Arnab had retired with his wives, the two maids, Archana and Kaberi had also retired in their rooms, both friends sneaked away from the bungalow in darkness. They took an auto-rickshaw and reached near the broken bridge.

Gopal, their old beggar friend was standing under the bridge and waiting for them. Ramu handed a note of ten rupees to him as tips and the beggar was very pleased.

"Gopal, any new beggar woman for me?" asked Ramu.

"Yes, Ramu Bhaiya, a new woman has taken shelter here but I don't know what kind of woman she is. She is a widow and appears to be decent but I have to talk to her and convince her, "smiled Gopal showing his dirty teeth.

"Any other woman for Kallu?" again Ramu asked.

"There are but they are the same old women whom Kallu has fucked several times in the past with their withered body with dry breasts, "replied Gopal.

"OK, Ramu, moreover you are settled. I have no alternative but to go to the loco shed to Jaggu. I have to request him for a woman for the night. Bye, Ramu. Have a good night and enjoy yourself, "said Kallu, left his friend, and proceeded ahead.

"Hey, Kallu, I will be waiting for you tomorrow early morning here," Ramu shouted behind him.

Ramu followed Gopal under the broken bridge who was leading him ahead. The time must be around 9.30.P.M. There was darkness everywhere and Ramu could hardly see anything except the glimmering light of the street far away from there. He stumbled on a human body and the sleeping beggar grunted.

"Ramu, be careful, there are a lot of people sleeping there, "Gopal said in a low voice after stopping ahead.

Now, Ramu's eyes were acquainted with darkness and he could see a lot of beggars sprawled across the ground under the bridge. Among them, he carefully watched his steps and followed Gopal. Ramu stopped near the wall of the bridge, which was the ending part of the bridge.

Gopal indicated a sleeping figure in white against the wall and whispered, "Here is the new female bird, taken shelter for the last 10 days. She is a widow, quite a young woman of around 30-34 years. She begs at the temple the whole day and after the evening only comes here for sleeping.

She is a beggar like us but thinks of herself as a VIP Beggar; she wouldn't talk with other beggars as if we are untouchable. She wouldn't even let any other beggars come near her. But for you, let me talk with her if she could agree to let you fuck her in exchange for some money."

"OK, go ahead, "whispered Ramu and saw Gopal approaching near the sleeping figure.

The female beggar had not slept; she was tossing on her bed, which was a long torn plastic sheet she collected from somewhere causing a rustling sound. She had a bundle of plastic gunny bags containing rag plastic materials and polythene sheets which she had put under her head as a pillow. Then she heard the footsteps near her and she was startled and recognized the familiar figure of Gopal near her. She knew well of the lustful intention of all-male beggars including Gopal as every male beggar wanted to fuck her despite the availability of a few female beggars there. The other female beggars were middle-aged and old women. Most often in the darkness of night, she would hear the moaning of those female beggars when they were being fucked by other male beggars in exchange for food. But she was different from them; she would always think herself special.

"Who is that? Why have you come near to me? Don't try to Ra*e me! Go at once otherwise I will scream so that others will wake up and you will receive good beatings and I will report to police tomorrow morning, "she barked with fume in her voice.

"Please be quiet, I have not come near to you to harm you, just listen to me. One gentleman from the city has come and waiting there. In exchange for money whatever you demand from him, he wants to spend the night with you, "said Gopal in a low voice.

When the female beggar realized that he was not a beggar rather a gentleman from the city, she thought for a moment to earn some money as well as to get a fuck from a clean man as she had not been fucked for years.

"OK, send him, "she said and sat down on her plastic sheet bed stretching her two legs.

From distance, Ramu could see Gopal conversing with the white figure and then returned to him.

"My dear friend, she is agreed. You go and negotiate with her. I am leaving you here as I have to sleep, "said Gopal and left from there.

Ramu proceeded towards the white figure that was sitting and stretching her legs, her back against the wall. When he approached nearer her, he could see a female figure in a white saree. Ohh, yes, she was a widow. Nobody was there nearby her except 4-5 nos of beggars lying here and there a few feet away from her. Complete silence and tranquility were prevailing in the surroundings except occasionally disturbed by barkings of stray dogs and snoring of a few beggars.

Kallu was strolling through the narrow mud path by the side of the slum and reached near the loco shed. He could see the beggars spread under the shed and he passed through them and proceeded towards the Rail tracks. From distance, Kallu could see the glomming light and he assumed it was coming through the window of the old Rail bogey, the abode of Jaggu. After reaching, Kallu climbed up the bogey and found Jaggu smoking ganja(grass) through a chilam(pipe) and that part of bogey appeared to be like a smokescreen.

On seeing him, Jaggu said, "Welcome, my friend. I was expecting either of you as tonight is the weekend night. Where is Ramu?"

"He must be fucking some woman under the bridge, "replied Kallu with a smile.

"So, my dear friend, what have you brought for me?" asked Jaggu in a curious voice.

Kallu picked out a bottle of the country-made cheap wine from his pants pocket and handed it to Jaggu. Jaggu immediately accepted it as his face was beamed with joy.

"Kallu, I am facing a great problem and I hope that you will help me to solve this problem," Jaggu said in a tense voice.

"What's that? Tell me if I could help you, "replied Kallu.

Jaggu cleared his throat and said, "Kallu, listen to me carefully what I am saying. Yesterday morning, our female beggars were begging on the Railway platform and they found a young girl wandering here and there with her staggering feet. Physically, she was very weak and feeble, most probably she had not taken food for many days. The young girl came and sat among our female beggars begging but after a few minutes, she fainted due to weakness. Our female beggars were kind-hearted and had pity on the girl, they sprinkled water on her face so that she could regain her consciousness. They fed her some food and in the afternoon they brought her here. We fed her some cooked food for her lunch and lay her inside the bogey so that the girl could get some rest and that young girl slept like a corpse as if she had not slept for months."

Jagu stopped for a while and poured wine into a glass and gulped it under his throat. He resumed his speech, "In the evening, the girl seemed to be in healthy condition and she was fit to talk. She is a very innocent girl and I personally interrogated her to know the facts about her. This girl aged about 18 years hails from Madhupur, a small town in Rajasthan, belongs to a poor but good family. She had lost her mother in her childhood and now has a stepmother who would torture her and beat her from her childhood. The girl was studying in a college, a grown-up girl but still her stepmother would beat her from time to time and her father would be a silent spectator fearing his wife and would not defend his daughter. The nearest kith and kin of the girl were her maternal uncle who was staying far away from her place at Bhopal in Madhya Pradesh.

One day, the girl overheard her stepmother intending to sell her to an old man of 70 years by marrying her off to that old man in exchange for some money. This was the height of her patience and the girl decided to stay no longer in that house. The girl had the address of her maternal uncle and she wanted to reach her uncle and in a panic, she just ran away from her house without any money and reached the Railway station. She was so innocent that she had no idea of the routes of the trains and she jumped into a train bound for someplace. Unfortunately, the train landed her in Kolkata. It was the first time, the innocent teen was aware of a big metro city, she had never seen such a huge crowd nor seen skyrocketing buildings ever in her life. The teen lost herself in the crowd and could not decide what to do? Where to go? She was without food for 3 days and luckily our female beggars recovered her yesterday and brought her here. She is now healthy and in her full of energy."

Jaggu stopped for a moment and made another peg of wine and gulped down immediately.

He resumed his conversation, "I wanted to help her but the rail fare from Kolkata to Bhopal is two hundred rupees. I made her understand that we are all beggars and we cannot help her with such a huge amount. The teen understood our difficulties and requested me to allow her for begging with other female beggars and staying here in this manner she would save some money and she would leave for Bhopal to her maternal uncle. Kallu, the real problem I am facing here is that she is a very young, fair in color, innocent, and very beautiful girl. Once I allow her to beg with other female beggars in the street or on Railway platforms, she could be easily noticeable by others.

Then the bad fellows and miscreants would follow her to here, they would try to kidnap her, they would try to Ra*e her, then the police would come and beat all beggars here, and ultimately all of us would be driven out from this secluded place. I would be losing this kingdom of mine. Kallu, please tell me, do you have two hundred rupees now with you?"

Kallu replied, "Yes, I have but don't think that I am a great giver and would donate my money for an unknown girl. Sorry, Jaggu!"

"No, no, Kallu, I didn't mean it. I just want to dispose of that girl from this place as I am very scared. There is a way in exchange for your two hundred rupees. Your two hundred rupees would be worthless before her beauty. I would try to convince her, Kallu, please help me," said Jaggu in a desperate voice.

Kallu understood the implication and hints of Jaggu's words and asked, "Where is the girl?"

"Here only, in the other side of the bogey. Let us go to her, "said Jaggu and led him towards the other part of the bogey.

Ramu sat near the female beggar. Her back was turned, and he could see her clearly in the dim moonlit. She was a damned thing, not much fair but a little dusky with a round face with pouted lips. She was in a sound healthy body against his expectation of a thin and withered body which most female beggars usually have due to malnutrition. But this one had a lascivious body, with mountainous breasts and fleshy thighs with wider buttocks. No doubt, the female beggar was a beauty and Ramu considered himself lucky to fuck such a beautiful female beggar after so many days. She was wearing a white torn saree with a white blouse torn in both sides of her armpits which was covering only her huge breasts. The female beggar studied Ramu carefully and concluded that he was a clean gentleman from the city but she wondered why this gentleman had come here to fuck a beggar like her instead of going to a brothel in the city where most beautiful fair women were available. She smiled at him; her teeth were glistening in the darkness.

"Give me the money first, "she said to Ramu.

Ramu handed her a note of fifty rupees and she silently accepted it which was beyond her expectation as after a whole day of begging at the temple she would hardly earn 30 Rupees. This was too much for her. Ramu touched her body and embraced her tightly. But Ramu could feel the whiff of stench air coming from her body; most probably the women had not taken bath for the months. Even he could feel a weird smell coming from her long open hair. He touched her hair which was tangled and knotted. The beggar woman was frantically scratching her tangled and knotted dry hair, most probably; the lice were roaming about her whole head. Ramu lifted her head and kissed her on her lips and again a pyorrhea stench smell hit his nostrils and he thought this beggar woman had neither brushed her teeth nor cleaned her tongue for the months. He didn't mind it rather the stench smell ignited her sexual instincts more. His cock did a sudden jump to attention as he started touching and smelling her body.

Ramu's hands bracketed her wrists; his body rested in a full, deliciously sinful press against her back.

His breath whispered against her ear, "Did you like my kiss? Did you like every brush of my Lips?"

The female beggar shivered in response; her body arched involuntarily into him to soak up his heat, his scent. He ground his cock into the crease of her ass.

"Didn't you, like dear?" he asked.

"Yes," she sighed in helpless response, her body liquid with need. She'd wanted this for so very long, but she couldn't believe she would get such a nice city person one day.

"What's your name? When did you fuck last time?"Ramu asked.

"My name is Meera. My husband fucked me 5 years before then he died from some incurable disease. When I became a widow, the family of my In-laws drove me out from their house and I came to Kolkata. Here, I started my livelihood by begging at temples. Before 10 days, I came to stay here under this bridge which is a safe place for me. If I would have stayed in other places, definitely I would have been raped several times by so many people. Thank God! I am still a virgin after the death of my husband, nobody has touched my body after that, and tonight you would be the first person to touch me," Meera said at a stretch with long breathings.

"Don't worry Meera! I would be much more careful and soft towards you. I would see that you don't hurt more, "assured Ramu.

Then he pushed her forward, bending her over the upholstered bundle of rags. He embraced her from behind her back and draped her hands over the bundle of rags, then crouched in front of her and caressed her front leg. He reached up and pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Are you sure, Meera, this is going to happen after 5 years and you are dry there, you may feel slight pain? Really sure?" he asked.

She smiled in response and ran her tongue over her lips, tasting the kiss he'd given her at her lips.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life, "she replied with a smile.

He rose with an unholy look in his eye and left her there for a few moments, Meera could see him peeing just near the wall of the bridge before returning and standing directly behind her. Their choppy breathing was the only sound in the surroundings. Meera squirmed in anticipation. She could hear him moving behind her. With each sound her anticipation ratcheted higher until her nipples were hard pebbles against her torn fabrics of her blouse, her pussy wept. Her thighs grew wet with cream.

"I would fuck you, but I want to hear every little whimper coming out of your luscious mouth," Ramu whispered.

His breath was sinful against her ear; his heat, a brand against her back. Meera lifted her head. Her body cried out for release in the here and now, but her mind was no longer able to process the memories, the feelings, that Ramu's mere presence had re-exposed in both her body and soul. God, how was she ever going to deal with him? Now, she looked at him as if he were the biggest superman to ever walk the earth.

Ramu turned her around, dropped to his knees, and planted his hands on her arms, then leaned into her, his eyes locked on hers as he inhaled deeply her stench body.

"You smell so damned good, woman. Like you were made for me to savor one bite at a time, "he said.

Her filthy and pyorrhea breath caught in response to his words, her nipples hardened to little points against her blouse. He dropped his head and blew a breath across them, still maintaining a cushion of space between his face and her body. Ramu put his lips on her lips, and her lips parted and he inserted his tongue inside. His tongue touched her tongue and he could feel starch-like substances on her tongue. A stench was coming through her saliva and Ramu could feel a weird taste of saliva which was transferring between two mouths. He started sucking her tongue. He wanted her just as entranced as she'd been back then, begging for his touch even as she held all the power. He wanted to excite her beyond reason and then deliver them both to ecstasy. Ramu blew across her left breast again. When she involuntarily surged toward him, he tightened his hands into a tight grip on her arms.

"Dammit," she groaned out.

He smiled in response, "A little testy, aren't you? I'm just getting acquainted."

Meera wound her hands into his hair and lifted his face; her kiss scorched his lips.

Ramu let her control the embrace, although everything within him itched to lift her onto the ground. He had already removed his pants. His briefs felt two sizes too small, and his cock was about to burst through the briefs, but he'd wait. This was about regaining her trust. This was about winning Meera the whole night.

As Ramu's taste swept over her, Meera's heart thundered over the alarms, which started clamoring the second he made her lie on the bed of plastic sheet. No, she'd heard the warning too late; now, all she wanted was him: his lips, his tongue, his cock. She wanted it fast and hard. She wanted it now. Sucking his bottom lip between her teeth, she nipped hard and slipped her hand between his legs. His erection was iron in her fingers. She traced him through the fabric of his briefs and reveled in the familiar sensation. Five years vanished as if, only yesterday, she'd last fondled her late husband, tasted him, and anticipated his touch. Her breath stuttered as his hips jerked and he surged into her hand. God, it was like coming home again. He swept her tongue into his mouth, and, as if that were the invitation he'd been waiting for, he pinned her against his body. Taking command of the kiss, his lips and tongue boldly plundered, as if he had every right. As she melted against him, she realized he did.

"God, Meera," Ramu growled against her lips; his hands finally left her arms to tease her nipples.

He tweaked each peak relentlessly as he devoured her mouth; his cock pulsed against her hand as he ground against her. Her pussy clenched in response, flooding with cream. His mouth moved south and teased her breasts through the fabric of her torn blouse, their labored breathing the only sound in the surroundings. She arched into him, one hand gripping his cock, the other tangled in his hair. Then he lifted her, his fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. With a curse, he gave up, grasped both sides of the garment, and pulled, sending buttons flying. He latched onto one nipple with hunger, his teeth nipping and suckling, one hand on the other breast, the other fumbling with the knot of saree on her waist.

Passion swept through her, the craving so intense she shook in response to his caresses. An inferno of desire fuelled her response as she clutched him against her breasts and wrapped her legs around his thighs.​