Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

Kallu allowed her to suck his cock for some time but he felt that he was on verge of ejaculating inside her mouth, immediately he controlled his mind and withdrew himself from her mouth. With a'plop'his cock was disengaged from her mouth and he looked at his cock, the entire length of his cock was bathed with her saliva and glistened with the lamplight and still, heavy drops of her saliva were dripping from his shaft on the plastic sheet.

"Now," he growled. He picked her up and hauled her farther onto the bed, still sideways, then came down over her. Kallu crouched between her legs, "I'm going to fuck you," he whispered, "Your pussy is just too beautiful. But I'll try to make sure you like it, too. Don't be afraid of the size of my cock, I will be much more careful to push it inside of you softly and smoothly, you will see it will slide a way inside you smoothly, and initially, you may feel a little pain."

Kallu moved forward on his knees until his cock was resting on her pubis. His hands cupped her ass, and lifted her up a bit, resting her thighs on his knees and putting her pussy right in line with his cock. With his hand, Kallu placed the head of his cock right at the entrance to her tunnel. He spread his knees wider, nudging her thighs apart, fisted his cock, and slid the head up and down her pussy.

"I can feel your warmth," Kallu whispered. His cock head just barely nestled between her lips.

"Oh yes. So wet, Kavita." He exclaimed and pushed into her, stretching her, and her body arched to take him deep. Slowly, he rolled his hips, pushing a little more in, with long, circular motions. Her vagina was tight but welcoming.

When the big round knob of Kallu made an entry at the door of her cunt by stretching the cunt lips, Kavita's whole body shivered, a strange sensation ran through her entire body, it was her first fucking and entry of a cock inside her cunt, now, she could feel the real sexual thrill, her two breasts swelled and with sexual excitement, she clamped her two thighs tightly around the waist of Kallu. Kavita could feel the pleasantness of a virgin, the right amount of gripping of his cock head inside, delicious give, and slurping friction of his cock.

The head of his cock came to a rest, fully implanted. The rest body of the cock was still outside of her cunt but It was strange to hear the whining and moaning noise from Kavita, to feel her legs around him so tightly and her hands clasped tightly on his back and her expression of joy on her face.

Kallu thought his first entry was successful as his knob had made a complete entry inside the lips as he felt the warm, surrounded feeling on his cock head, almost like a gentle tug. And he didn't care anymore, he proceeded further. He stretched out, leaning his torso forward and putting his legs behind him so that they were now in a more normal missionary position. His face was even with hers, his arms on either side of her shoulders for support. Kallu kissed her on her chin, her left cheek, and her lips, she was warm. So warm. Her eyes were closed and Kallu could feel her hot breathings on his face.

He pulled out his knob slightly and then eased back in. His first thrust. Then a slow and delicious second, then third thrust but he was surprised to find that his cock was not moving a bit inside as if there was a halt and hindrance which was not allowing his cock to proceed further.

Kallu shifted his weight to his left arm, and let his right hand move to her side. His fingers traced across her tight stomach, and onto her left tit. That was better. He kneaded the flesh in his hands. It was a handful, and with her on her back, it had a pleasant droop. He squeezed it. Kallu picked up the pace a little bit. Another hard thrust. This time, taking his cock almost completely out before bringing it home. Then pulling out only halfway, a hard and forceful thrust. He heard a'plop'sound and more than half of his big cock had entered inside her cunt but at the same time, an ear-piercing shriek resounded not only inside the entire bogey but went through the opened window to the surrounding area waking up most of the sleepy beggars under the loco shed.

The shriek was coming from the mouth of Kavita. She was screaming with excessive pain," Stop, please stop! Uncle, please stoopppp. I am dying with pain and feeling as if a hot iron rod is inside me. Leave me, Uncle...please."

Kallu stopped his fucking but the girl went on screaming and tried to push Kallu from the above of her body but Kallu pinned her tightly and he could see her face excruciating with severe pain, hot tears were rolling down from both eyes. Kallu now understood that he had popped her cherry and paved away inside her virgin cunt. Now, the girl was no longer a virgin. Immediately, Kallu put a hand on her mouth and the other hand tried to wipe out her tears.

In a soft voice, he consoled and pacified her, "See, Kavita, I have stopped fucking. Please don't scream further otherwise it will invite the attention of all the beggars here. Would you please stop screaming? I told you that you will feel a little pain then the way inside would be clear. I am not doing anything now further. But would you please stop further screaming?"

With her teary eyes, Kavita nodded her head with consent not to scream further and Kallu removed his hand from her mouth. Both of them remained silent but still, tears were rolling down from her eyes. It was almost unnerving that she was lying there lifeless, her arms at her side, her legs listless.

"My little Kavita, try to understand, you are no longer a virgin as my cock has violated your virginity which is a small hindrance inside your pussy, and now the path inside your cunt is clear where my cock could move smoothly. Every girl in this world bears this little pain while being fucked. Are you still feeling pain inside?"Kallu asked.

"No, "she nodded her head, "Now, I don't feel any pain but second before when you pushed inside me I felt severe pain," Kavita replied in a sober voice.

"I guarantee you onwards you will not feel any pain further and you will enjoy the real thrill of fucking," Kallu patted her back and kissed on her face.

At that time they heard the heavy footsteps and Jaggu entered with a thud. The moment he entered, Jaggu started with a threatening voice, "Kallu, what's the hell are you doing with this little girl? Are you going to kill her? Don't you understand that she is still a little kid! How could you do it to her? Are you a devil? Leave her immediately otherwise, I will beat the shit out of you."

"Don't be panic, Jaggu. Nothing serious has happened. The girl only lost her virginity and felt a little pain as it was her first time, you can ask her if you wish," Kallu tried to pacify Jaggu.

Jaggu noticed that both were stark naked. Kavita was sprawled across the straw bed on her back with her widened legs. Kallu was above her pinning across her body tightly with his hips between her legs. Her round breasts were pressed against his chest. Jaggu then lowered his gaze towards between her legs and he could see more than half of Kallu's cock was inside her pussy.

Jagu turned his face towards Kavita who was so ashamed to be in such an odd position before Jaggu that she had already lowered her eyes with shame and was not in a position to eye Jaggu directly.

Then Kavita heard the voice of Jagu, "Beti, are you ok?"

Kavita nodded her head with consent and without eying Jaggu said in a low voice, "Don't worry Uncle! I am fine."

"OK, Kallu, deal with her carefully, "said Jaggu and left from there.

Both of them sighed a breath of relief.

"Kavita, now, don't be panic nor scream further. You see yourself and feel yourself how smoothly the rest of mine would go inside!" said Kallu and made a smooth thrust and his penis moved a bit further inside.

Then second smooth thrust, then third smooth thrust. The entire penis had entered inside her completely and his two big balls were only smashing on her ass hole. Kavita was surprised to feel how her small cunt hole had eaten the entire length of his big cock. She could feel that her hole was engulfed and filled with a big and thick meaty object and there was no space inside her for further movement. It was jammed packed.

"My dear little girl, do you feel any pain now?" asked Kallu with a smile.

She smiled back and nodded her head. Then Kallu played with her nipples which were rock hard. He pinched it. Pulled on it. He rolled his thighs, moving his cock in a semicircular motion. First one way, then the other. His blood was pounding in his ears. He couldn't tease her or focus on technique. He had to fuck her. Kallu started thrusting again, short, even hits. He threw his mouth on the right one breast, biting the nipple, licking, tasting, and slobbering. His face was buried in the valley between her mounds of flesh. His thrusts picked up speed. He was slamming into her, zero technique now, her pussy squelching on each retreat, as if begging him to give it to her, give it to her. Her face was still calm, though every time he banged into her, her head rocked a little, as if she was nodding.

Then he heard her panting, "Yes, Yes, Yes, more."

Her mouth hung open, her straight teeth glinting. Her tits jostled. He put a hand on each tit as if grabbing a life preserve. He threw his head back and howled. This was it.. He'd been in her more than fifteen minutes and he could already feel cum welling up in his balls. He didn't want to cum so quickly as he wanted a longer fuck with this teen. Immediately, he withdrew his cock.

When Kavita felt the emptiness inside her cunt, in a grumbling and dissatisfied tone she asked, "What happened, uncle? Why did you stop?"

"Nothing dear, just a little rest," Kallu smiled.

He parted her legs again. He saw the blood of her innocence between her legs, the thin lines of dried blood on the joint of her thighs and this made him smile softly to himself. Then he looked at his cock, his cock head was smeared with dried blood. Kavita sat with her hands over her breasts, her cheeks were moist with tears, and she was trembling slightly. Her eyes were glistening. But she had stopped crying. He felt the smooth flesh of her back, and her breasts again.

Kallu turned his full attention to this innocent teen. Immediately the tears stood in her eyes; maybe the tears of repentance for the ruckus and commotion created by her a few moments before. She looked up at him imploring. Lifting his shirt, he wiped at her tears. She kept her hands obediently on his thighs, touching his cock, and he observed that she did not try to hide her stiff little pink nipples with her arms and he approved of this.

"Now don't be frightened," he said to her softly, kissing her trembling mouth again, and then slapping her breasts so they shivered lightly.

"I could be old and ugly but I know how to take care of a soft girl like you, "he said lifting her chin.

"Ah, if I could have spent more days with you," she said in a sweet, tremulous voice.

Then Kallu parted her legs and pushed his cock which went very smoothly inside. When he was in, all the way in, their bodies joined so intimately, he paused. He held himself there, deep inside her, pulsing. He looked down at her and their eyes met.

A moment passed, a long, lovely moment of sweetness and love. A hot sensation swelled in his chest. She stretched out her arms and reached for him, and he bent over her to claim her mouth with his. He released his hold on her legs and she wrapped them around him as they kissed, and held onto his shoulders. Her body tightened, pulsating around him.

"Uncle. Please. ...," Her body strained against him, and still he didn't move, so close himself.

His balls grew tight at the base of his cock, pressed against her softness, pressure building inside him, his blood pumping through his veins. The muscles of his shoulders and arms bunched. He touched her face, kissed her mouth, her cheek, her ear. And then he pulled out slowly, in an exquisite and excruciating drag of wet flesh, and pushed back in just as slowly. She gave a soft wail and he captured her mouth again, and this time when he slid out and pushed back in, it was harder, then harder still, faster. He felt her orgasm, her pussy rippling around him and she clung to him as he drove into her. Kallu pulled almost out one last time, and then rushed back in, feeling each fold and texture of her pussy across the head of his cock.

He stopped, letting her envelop him when finding his own release. A bolt of electricity seared up his spine, making his head buzz, then sizzled back down to his balls and out of his dick in hard spasms. He gave a long, low growl and went still, his body taut. A great train rush of semen burst through him, skyrocketing into her pussy. Kallu came for minutes. For hours. For centuries. He didn't even feel each spasm, but just one continuous feeling of bliss, as if his cock were hooked directly to her vagina and that vagina wanted his cum. He was a faucet and she took everything.

"Fuck," he muttered against her ear, "Fuck, that's good."

"Mmm," she moaned.

He slumped next to her, panting and now her pussy was a little sloppy, her tits were hanging out, and her color was downright flushed.

"You were great," he told her.

Some of his cum lazily trailed out of her pussy and onto the sheet. They didn't move for long moments, both of them panting, hearts thudding against each other.

"God, I love you, Kavita. Love you so much, "he said.

It was past midnight, Kavita felt her bladder heavy and a strong urge for pee and she woke up from sleep. After clearing her bladder when she returned, she found Kallu awoken. She was insatiable and before her departure, she wanted another fuck. She lay down beside Kallu, parted, and spread her legs wider with an invitation to Kallu. Kallu came above her and they fucked for half an hour more.

It was around 4 'o'clock in the early morning, Meera woke up as she felt an urge to pee. She looked at a naked Ramu beside her. After clearing her bladder, Meera sat beside him. The enjoyment of their last night fucking flashed her memory and the poor widow really loved this person. The poor widow wished if this gentleman could be ever for her, only her. With a sudden impulsion, Meera started kissing on Ramu's face frantically. A sleepy Ramu opened his eyes and found her what she was doing to him.

She was stunned when he lifted her until she sat naked, one knee crooked on the ruin of a plastic sheet on the ground which was uneven and hard.

He mounted her, parting her legs, giving the pinkish inner flesh of her thighs a soft, deep pinch, and, clasping her right breast in his left hand, he thrust his cock into her. She blushed darkly, biting her lip., his right hand moving languidly over her rounded buttocks, forcing them ever so slightly apart. And now with his right hand, he spanked her buttocks hard and heard her cries grow louder.

He was holding her up as he did this, to gather her mouth to him, and as he broke through her innocence, he opened her mouth with his tongue and pinched her breast sharply. She closed her eyes, her black eyebrows brought together in a little frown and the moonlit gleaming on her broad forehead. He lifted her chin, kissed her throat, and drawing his organ out of her tight cunt, heard her moan beneath him, and again he pushed it inside of her. Meera was crying aloud, but muffling her cries into the bed, her hands held out in front of her by his long left arm. He sucked on her lips, he drew the life out of her into himself, and feeling his seed explode within her, heard her cry out.

Both Kallu and Kavita woke up in the early morning, it was still dark and the atmosphere was twilight.

"Uncle, I am feeling sticky inside me because of your heavy cum," complained Kavita.

"Go, wash it properly before you leave, "said Kallu with a smile.

Both of them put on their clothes. Jaggu bade her farewell and the teen kissed Jaggu on his cheek and said, "Thank you, Jaggu uncle for your kindness and help. I will never forget you."

Kallu held her hand and both of them proceeded toward the main road. Kallu stopped an auto-rickshaw and they headed for the Railway station. On reaching the railway station, Kallu purchased a rail ticket for Bhopal and Kavita boarded the train bound for Bhopal. Kallu paid her another fifty rupees for her expenses on the way. There were another fifteen minutes of time left for the train for its departure from the station. Kallu found a suitable seat for Kavita, he sat with her closely as there were no passengers there.

They were alone, Kallu held her hands and kissed her on her lips, the old man of 58 years became too much emotional at that moment remembering his one night experience with this 18 years teen, and said, "Kavita, I love you. I cannot forget you ever in my life."

With her teary eyes, Kavita embraced him tightly and started sobbing. Tears were rolling down from both of her eyes and with a sobbing voice, she said, "Kallu uncle, I have never loved anybody in my life. You are the first person in my life with whom I have fallen in love. Now, it feels that I can not survive without you as I love you too much and you are my first and last love. I wish that I would have been your wife forever."

In the meantime, some other passengers stepped in with their luggage near them. Then Kavita picked out a small sheet of paper lying on the floor of the train and borrowed a pen from her co-passenger sitting in front of her. She wrote the address of her maternal uncle at Bhopal and handed the sheet of paper to Kallu.

"Kallu Uncle, this is my address of Bhopal. Keep it carefully. If ever you come to Bhopal, please visit me, "she wiped out her tears.

The train whistled to give a sign for its departure. Ramu stood up to leave the compartment but Kavita pulled him towards her and showered his face and lips with kisses disregarding the presence of other passengers and whispered, "I love you too much."

Kallu climbed down the bogey. The train started to move and he saw Kavita waving her hand from the window and he also waved his hand toward her. After a few minutes, the train disappeared from his eyes. The old man returned with teary eyes and with a broken heart.

The daylight was yet to break. The birds started chattering and the crowing of roosters could be heard from a distance. After his farewell kiss to Meera, Ramu was waiting for Kallu and he was strolling restlessly under the broken bridge and he could see the sleeping beggars spreading everywhere. He was angry with Kallu for his late coming. At that moment, an auto-rickshaw stopped near the bridge and Ramu saw Kallu coming out from the Auto Rickshaw. Ramu was surprised to see Kallu coming from the opposite route and he wondered what made Kallu go somewhere so early in the morning.

A lot of questions came to his mind about the whereabouts of Kallu last night. Whether Kallu spent his night somewhere else instead of Loco shed? He saw Kallu coming toward him.

When he approached near, Ramu started firing, "Do you have any idea, for the last half an hour I am waiting for you! Don't you know, we are getting delayed! Where did you spend your last night as I saw you coming by an auto-rickshaw from this way?"

Kallu explained everything to him about his affair with the teen at Loco shed.

"Waaaoooo, you lucky bastard, you have fucked a virgin teen. With a night's affair, now the old man is in love with that teen, "said Ramu with a smile.

"What's about you Ramu?" asked Kallu.

"I have also fucked a young widow. She was also like a virgin girl as she had not been fucked for 5 years. While fucking her, I also felt as if I was fucking a virgin girl as her cunt was too tight and not flexible like a teen. Like you, I have also fallen in love with her and I have promised her to visit next week, "explained Ramu.

"OK, OK! Now, let us move quickly from here to reach the bungalow before anybody wakes up. I am afraid of particularly of Archana and Kaberi, the maids. If they find out our whole night absence from the bungalow, definitely they will report it to Bhashkar Sahib, "said Kallu.

The first morning light through the windowpane hit his eyes and Bhashkar opened his eyes. He found two women clung to his body from both sides, the mother-daughter duos Ashmita and Arpita. At the same time, Arpita also opened her eyes but her mother, Ashmita was still snoring lightly on the right chest of Bhashkar.

On seeing him wake up, Arpita's petals of lips opened up showing her glistening teeth reflecting in the daylight as she smiled and said, "Good morning, my love."

Arpita moved close to him and kissed him on his lips. Bhashkar dragged her face and showered her face with return warm kisses. Before Bhashkar could realize anything, Arpita slid to the lower of his body and she unzipped his fly, took out his penis, and put it in her mouth. The one thing different was that she did not take off her own clothing. She wore a one-piece spaghetti short dress the whole time. Bhashkar tried to move, but it felt as if his body were tied down by invisible threads. He felt himself growing big and hard inside her mouth. He saw her eyelashes and curled hair tips moving. Her bracelets made a dry sound against each other. Her tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap itself around him. Just as he was about to come, she suddenly moved away.

"Dear, could you please shift mom from you!"Arpita said.

Carefully, Bhashkar shifted the head of Ashmita from his chest to pillow who was still sleeping peacefully.

Then Arpita began slowly to undress him. She took off his shorts, his night T-shirt, his underwear, and made him lie down on the bed. Her own clothes she kept on, though. She sat on the bed, took his hand, and brought it under her dress. She was not wearing panties. Bhaskar's hand felt the warmth of her vagina. It was deep, warm, and very wet. His fingers were all but sucked inside.

Then Arpita mounted him and used her hand to slip him inside her. Once she had him deep inside, she began a slow rotation of her hips. As she moved, the edges of the pale-blue dress caressed his naked stomach and thighs. With the skirts of the dress spread out around her, Arpita, riding atop him, looking like a soft, gigantic mushroom that had silently poked its face up through the dead leaves on the ground and opened under the sheltering wings of night. Her vagina felt warm and at the same time cold. It tried to envelop him, to draw him in, and at the same time to press him out. His erection grew larger and harder. Bhashkar felt he was about to burst wide open. It was the strangest sensation, something that went beyond simple sexual pleasure. It felt as if something inside her, something special inside her, were slowly working its way through his organ into him.

Arpita couldn't get enough of him. She was tired and sore but she didn't care. She wanted the ache. She wanted him in her, all the time. Her weight was on top of him. She wanted to squeeze him in further and further. She wanted to watch his face. She wanted her sweat to drop onto him. Arpita got on top of him which she'd done it before on rare occasions. Arpita held him and put him in. He felt deeper in her. She was in charge and he liked it. Arpita held his hands down. He pretended he was trying to break free. She let her tits touch his face. He went mad; he bucked. He split her in two. Arpita pushed down. She couldn't believe it. One of his fingers flicked over her bum. She did it to him. He lifted and heaved. Arpita couldn't believe it. He took her from behind. She pushed back, forced more of him into her. She sucked him. He licked her. The whole room rocked.

Arpita was held up by a feeling of dizzying suspension, like the one she had in dreams where she could fly, but only if she gets into some weird position. At first, he didn't seem to be doing anything. Then she became aware of a small frenzy of expended energy behind her. Arpita had an impression of a vicious little animal frantically burrowing dirt with its tiny claws and teeth. Her hips were sprayed with hot sticky muck.

"Go clean yourself off," he said.

Arpita stood slowly and felt her spaghetti fall over the sticky gunk. Arpita briskly swung open the bathroom door and she left the room. She closed the door behind him.

All of a sudden, Bhashkar was startled to hear the voice of Ashmita, "Good morning, my love. What happened? Where is Arpita?"

"Arpita is in the bathroom, "he replied softly and kissed Ashmita.

Ashmita now sat nude in the morning light on the bed stretching her two legs except for her black panties which were held up by elastic bands around the thighs. Bhashkar pulled the panties down and Ashmita stepped out of her panties. She held her arms across her breasts.

"Dear, could you massage the olive oil on my body before I go to the bathroom, "requested Ashmita.

Bhashkar stood and picked out the small olive oil bottle from nearby and turned her around slowly for inspection, a frown on his face.

"Lie down on your stomach, "he said to her.

He was holding a bottle and tilting the contents of the bottle into his cupped hand. Ashmita lay down on her stomach and Bhashkar applied the liquid where the marks of the stays reddened the flesh.

"Ow," Ashmita cried, "It stings!"

This was an astringent -- the first thing was to restore circulation, Bhashkar explained as he rubbed Ashmita's back and buttocks and thighs. Ashmita was squirming and her flesh cringing with each application. She buried her face in the pillow to smother her cries. Under Bhashkar's vigorous rubbing Ashmita's flesh seemed to spring into its fullest conformations. She was shivering now and her buttocks were clenched against the invigorating chill of the astringent. Her legs squeezed together. Bhashkar now took another palm full oil and began to knead Ashmita's neck and shoulders and back, her thighs and calves, and the soles of her feet. Gradually Ashmita relaxed and her flesh shook and quivered under the emphatic skill of Bhashkar's hands. Bhashkar rubbed the oil into her skin until her body found its own natural rosy white being and began to stir with self-perception.

"Turn over," Bhashkar commanded.

Ashmita's hair was now undone and lay on the pillow about her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips stretched in an involuntary smile as Bhashkar massaged her breasts, her stomach, and her legs. He kept his hands pressed firmly to her ears, then played with strands of her hair. He moved her head then away from him so that he could feel her breasts there, between her breasts, and he massaged again them close around it,

Then both of them heard the creaking of the bathroom door and a naked Arpita emerged from the bathroom as she was standing by the bathroom door.

"What are you doing to mom?" asked Arpita.

"Nothing dear, just massaging her body, "replied Bhashkar.

And just looking at Arpita's fine naked body, damp with sweat and happiness, made his big thing all hard again. Arpita could see him that thing glazing in the light of the window was thick and dark as a tree branch, it sprouted like a vine from between his legs, carried aloft by a powerful vein that precisely divided his body, and flourished upwards like the spreading top branches of a tree, or, she once thought while looking at a map of India, like the course of the River Ganges and its tributaries.

"Come over here," he told her.

He pulled up the tangled sheets so that she could join them on the bed.

"Yes, even this, let me help you to massage of my mom's body," Arpita said, briskly passing her hand over the mons of Ashmita," Ohh, mom, you have much hair than me and our husband always like bushy cunts. Isn't it a fact Bhash?"

"Certainly, I like hair on my women," Bhashkar smiled.

Arpita put her own hands on her mom's breasts and her palms rotated the nipples. Her hands swam down along her flanks. She rubbed her hips. Ashmita's feet pointed like a dancer's and her toes curled. Her pelvis rose from the bed as if seeking something in the air. Bhashkar was now at the edge of the bed rubbing the naval point of Ashmita, as Ashmita began to ripple on the bed like a wave on the sea.

"Mom, it is time to ride him," Arpita encouraged her mom.

Ashmita straddled him. Her hair was loose. It was cut straight across at the level of her shoulders. It was hanging forward, hiding her face, except for her eyes, which she was holding shut tight. She was being careful about his cock, leaving it alone so far. On his back meant fun for him, Ashmita taking her time. And soon Ashmita was grinding her damp bottom against his chest, belly, and mouth, and strands of her dyed black hair came slipping down between their lips as they kissed.

One thing he loved that she sometimes did was to align their nipples and rub. Hers would be hard and he would be too. Ashmita was dragging her hair across his eyes. Kiss me, he thought, anguished, because she wasn't going to, he knew. Ashmita lightly bit his shoulder. She was lowering herself more. She was brushing her breasts across his face. He wanted to take one of her breasts into his mouth, either one. He was frantic. He wanted to get as much of one of her breasts into his mouth as he could. Her breasts were killing him, her blunt instruments. He had called them that and she had laughed, long ago.

Then Ashmita mounted him and rocked back and forth until things got all twisted and hot inside and both their hearts burst (pounding like conga drums) and they fell back exhausted, resting until they were ready for more, their lovemaking going around and around like the melody of a song of love. He drove himself harder into her. Ashmita was whining with pleasure and that was good. She would climax again right away. He kept on, slowing himself. He pushed her knees up higher. He was almost there and so was she, again.

"Mom, you have already cummed. Now, my turn. Leave him to me, "cried Arpita.

The bedroom was heating, and when Ashmita slid into the other side of the bed, paving way for her daughter, the damp and sweated warmness of the soft yellow sheets brought up goose pimples.

Bhashkar buried his face in her chest, mumbling that awful name he had for her, "Arpita, Arpita, my little second wife," and rubbed against her leg. She could feel his fat, bloated penis bumping her, clumsily.

It made her think of a Newfoundland puppy, a creature whose gawky, immature, undisciplined behavior was completely inappropriate to its size. He was at her nipples now, this overgrown adolescent, sucking, but too hard, making her sore. So she lay there, moving her body lightly, trying to set off a spark, something that she or, less likely, he could fan into a flame. Bhashkar was in for the long haul at her chest. He was hesitant, always had been, about touching her anywhere below the waist, as if it might be disrespectful to do so because she was little to him. Bhashkar swiftly lost himself in the flowery complexities of her labia, until her thighs tightened in refusal and she sat up, taking his face between her hands. "Just fuck me," she said.

She lay back down and waited.

"Right now?" he asked.

"Yes." She waited stoically, like a good Indian wife.

She felt abnormally tight as he entered her. And then there was a further surprise; she was silent. When he was inside her, Arpita felt the same taut, sure strength in his hips as they pressed into her, forcing her to press back.... With his hips, he pulled her along to the edge of sensation and then let her pull back ever so gently, and back and forth and back and forth. She felt as if she was getting ready for a dive, jumping up and down on the end of the diving board to get a feel for the springs. Tighter than she had expected. Though she offered no resistance and came right before he did.

"Bhash," Arpita said, just as he was starting to come apart against his climax. "Bhash, I have to tell you..."

"What?" he managed to say.

"I just wish..." she said.

"What?" he asked.

"I just wish we could have a baby, "she whispered.

And then the knot at the root of his cock dissolved in fire, melting. He shouted when he came. And then he spurted his baby-making seed. Then she was snorting, trying to say something. She was telling him to give her more. She had come a second time and she wanted him to spurt more. When they caught their breath and pulled the covers back up, they disengaged, shaking. Bhashkar kissed Arpita on the cheek.

Then he rolled over to the other side and kissed Ashmita and said, "Ashmita, your daughter needs a baby from me."

"What's the harm? My daughter is young, give her a baby," Ashmita smiled.

"But for that, I have to fuck her continuously for a month. It would be better if we three go for a honeymoon for a month, just like my friend Arnab who is enjoying his honeymoon with his two wives at Shimla. One of my friends in Mumbai has a two rooms cabin just in front of Juhu beach in Mumbai, adjunct to the 'Sun N Sand 'hotel. He has offered me several times to spend a vacation there. Let me inform him today so that this week we could move to Mumbai for a month vacation which would be a honeymoon month for us, "said Bhashkar.

Arpita was thrilled to hear the conversation and said, "Waaaoooo, I have never visited Mumbai, Bhash, please make arrangements immediately. I want to enjoy myself with you in Juhu beach."

By afternoon everything was arranged and fixed by Bhashkar for the Mumbai trip. He confirmed to his Mumbai friend to reach the cabin at Juhu beach on next day.

He had already booked the flight tickets for Mumbai. After lunch, he called his servants and maids in front of his wives. Ramu, Kallu, Kaberi, and Archana, all four congregated in the dining hall in front of him and his two wives.

"Tomorrow, morning, we all three are going to Mumbai by flight for a one-month trip but our four kids would be left behind here. It is the duty and responsibility of you all four to take proper care of our kids and see that they shouldn't face any problems. I am leaving sufficient money which would take care of everything for a month. Further, I am also leaving my contact phone no of Mumbai. In case of emergency, you may contact me on that no.

There is another important thing to be noted since our four kids cannot remain alone in this big bungalow, I want that all four of you will be staying inside the bungalow leaving your servant quarters. You all may sleep either on the floor of this dining hall or on the floor of the drawing-room. My friend Arnab's bungalow is closed but I expect Ramu and Kallu to take proper maintenance of gardens of two households. Kaberi and Archana would take care of the cooking. Ramu and Kallu would take care of other household works and all external works. Am I clear of everything? Do you all understand everything clearly? If you have any doubt, you may ask me now, "said Bhashkar to all four.

"Don't worry Sahib! Everything would be fine during your absence and we hope there would be no problem at all, "said Ramu and Kallu in one voice.

"Sahib, your kids would not feel boring, their time would be passing by playing with our two kids, "assured Kaberi and Archana in the same voice.

Bhashkar was pleased that everything was settled as per his plan, he said, "Well, then I leave everything to you all, tomorrow early morning, we are leaving for Mumbai. You all help my two wives to pack the luggage."

The nextday,Arnab and Bipasha left for Kufri. Before leaving, Bipasha said to Madhu," Mom, Really, I feel sorry for leaving you behind alone in the hotel. We both will be missing you very much."

"Dear, you need not feel sorry for this as you know how much I am afraid of climbing up top on a horseback. Both Arnab and you enjoy yourselves there. It is a matter of three days only and when you two return, all of us would again enjoy Shimla. In the meantime, let me explore the local sightseeing of Shimla," smiled Madhu.

The steward, Ramesh was wandering in the corridor of the hotel when he saw Arnab and Bipasha boarding a taxi from the entrance gate of the hotel with their baggage. Ramesh wondered where the old man along with the younger girl was moving with their baggage. Certainly, they were not leaving the hotel because he had seen the other woman still inside the room! Why did these two leave the other woman alone in the room?

Both the women were beautiful. But he liked the middle-aged woman who was not only exquisitely beautiful but she was strikingly stunning and so graceful with her youthful appearance. Ramesh still remembered her soothing sweet voice asking him his name. How could someone literally look so beautiful like a young girl at this age? Ramesh kept questioning himself. He kept asking as to how could someone like this middle-aged lady defy the age barrier and actually look so stunningly magnificent. Apparently, she looked so beautiful that it forced Ramesh to think and imagine more about her. Her beauty needed appreciation. Oh! My God, she was the real beauty! She made him firmly believe in the possibility of perfection, the possibility of how good someone could look from a minuscule distance. And the one thing that made her so unimaginably attractive was by far her eyes.

Ramesh had seen quite a few good-looking women visiting the hotel, but it was rare that his eyes get intrigued enough for a particular woman but this woman was an instant infatuation to him. Yet he had no idea who she was. He had no clue if he would ever see her again, but the fact that her memory got etched into his mind and he was completely obsessed with her.

Her beauty for him lay in the unspoken, in the unknown, and the mysterious expressiveness of her big beautiful eyes. Ramesh longed to see her, to be friendly with her, and wanted to talk with her as he knew that she was alone in the room but he had to wait patiently till lunchtime. Ramesh was in charge of her room service and he had to serve her lunch.

After their departure, Madhu really felt alone in that big room. She glanced at the room. The room had been cleaned and serviced. There were fresh flowers in the vase on a small circular table and the thick drapes at the French windows leading to the deck were drawn back, and the fine muslin curtains carefully arranged in scallops. One of the doors of the windows was half open and sunlit flooded the room. The other window of the room close to her bed was closed as a cold wind was blowing outside. The curtains rippled in the breeze. The door to the bedroom was shut. Madhu went under the woolen blanket and switched on the TV. The local news was flashed on the screen with a forecast from the meteorology Dept that Shimla was expecting a snowfall within 3 days. She switched over the channel and a Hindi movie started running on the screen and while watching the movie all of a sudden she had fallen into sleep.

When Madhu opened her eyes it was half-past twelve and she decided to take a hot bath. She woke up from the bed and entered the bathroom. Madhu switched on the geyser and filled the bathtub with water. After some time, she noticed the steam rising from the water of the tub, and the glass panes and mirror of the bathroom were covered with drops of steam, just like a smokescreen.

She put her hand inside the tub to measure the temperature of the water. Madhu nodded her head with satisfaction as the water was mildly hot and suitable for her body. She stripped herself completely naked and stepped inside the tub.

Ramesh was feeling some kind of unknown thrill as he was arranging the lunch on the food trolley for room no-103 where his dream woman was staying. At that moment he saw Ashok was coming toward him. Ashok carefully dropped the cleaned dishes on a side table. Ashok was a young boy of 20 years and quite junior to Ramesh in age. He was the dishwasher of the hotel. Both Ramesh and Ashok were bosom friends as there were so many similarities between them. Both were young and belonged to a poor family and both were low-salary paid employees of the hotel. They had another acquaintance named Laal Singh, the watchman of the hotel who was a man from Bihar. He was a middle-aged person of 48 years, a rugged personality, strongly built with black color in complex and with a long bushy mustache above his upper lip which a child would be scared definitely. Because these three persons were low-paid salary employees of the hotel, they rented a small room combined and were staying together.​