Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

Nala Sopara, a place far away from the center and main place of Mumbai, located on Mumbai's Western line, sandwiched between Vasai and Virar in a corner near the sea was once a neglected and deserted place and which was the abode of fishermen only. In course of time, people of low income and the middle-class group started building their houses at Nala Sopara. But it was a suitable place for people coming from other states and had a huge migrant population. The typical chawl and slum population had taken over the place by migration as a lot of slums had emerged near the sea. Muthu Swami was 23 years old young man and he was living in this slum area of Nala Sopara. He was born in a rural place of Tamil Nadu state of India and at the age of 8 years, he became an orphan and started begging for his food. He had no idea how he had come to Mumbai 15 years before as he was a small boy of 8 years, he only remembered he was begging inside a train and reached Mumbai.

Now, at the age of 23 years, he was selling green coconuts for his livelihood. Thank God! He was a bachelor and his income was sufficient for his survival in a big metro city like Mumbai. He had a typical south Indian feature, the color of his skin was black like nigger, he was tall with sharp features in his face, a typical thick south Indian mustache in his upper lip but he was beardless, he had long hairs on his head, he was not much thinner rather he had a strong muscular feature on his chest, hands, and legs as he would walk on foot for miles and miles distance. He was a narialwala (Green coconut vendor), fondly he was called by everybody as Muthu Narialwala.

He would wear his typical south Indian outfit, a lungi (Lungi is a men's skirt usually tied around the lower waist below the navel. It is popular in south India). But his Lungi would be tucked-up in his waist in typical south Indian style( Folded above knees and tucked up in waist). The everyday morning he would start from the slum by carrying a heavy basket of a green coconut on his head along with a billhook (A tool having a sickle-shaped blade with a sharp inner edge, used for slicing off green coconut). He would travel in local trains and would reach Juhu beach. His main target of customers would be the visitors of sea beach, particularly the foreigners staying in nearby big hotels near Juhu beach.

Today, Muthu was wandering in the Juhu beach area with the heavy basket of green coconuts on his head. In the clammy weather of Mumbai, customers for the cool, refreshing milk of his coconuts were usually plentiful as he sold to some visitors of the beach. He kept moving north, from one area to the next and each was more deserted than the last. He plodded down the road that ran by the shore and reached near the shore adjunct to the big hotel 'Sun N Sand' and stood near the watchman of the hotel as he could not proceed ahead because it was the private area. Unlike other days, today there were few foreigners, Muthu was angry because it was a bad day for him. Luckily, one American couple came and asked for green coconuts. He picked out and carefully inspected two green coconuts which contained much water and then sliced off those with his billhook. But Muthu was not satisfied with his sales. The sun was fierce, and soon he was dripping with perspiration. He turned his way towards the other part of the hotel, hoping to get some more visitors or foreigners in that part. The tar sizzled and shimmered and squelched under his thick leather sandals. The road was deserted with large bungalows set well back, fronting the sea.

He noticed a narrow lane that led off the main road towards the sea. An unlocked gate swung open across the driveway that swept around a beautiful cabin house on the beach, surrounded by a wide fence and greenery with trees and a small garden inside. He stepped through the gate and walked down the drive. Evidently, the cabin house belonged to a millionaire. It was a big, rambling structure, with white adobe walls. It sprawled across in the middle with a broad sundeck. A lush garden swept from the house down to the beach which was enclosed on one side by a natural outcrop of rock and the other by a barbed-wire fence. The garden was deserted and the house was quiet.

The small door to the back of the house was open and Muthu could see through the backdoor the beating of waves of the sea approximately 100 meters away from him where he was standing. The back door was around 40 meters away from where he was standing. There was a large, brightly colored beach umbrella which was placed just near the small back door of the house, i.e.out of the back door, on the sand of the beach. There was also a table and a long deck chair with an adjustable back. Then he realized that he was a trespasser inside the area of the house. Then he thought it would be better for him to exist through the backdoor towards the beach before any occupant of the house sees him. Muthu was about to walk across the lawn to the beach when he saw a figure emerging from the waves.

He squinted through the shimmering haze. Ashmita waded out of the seawater and crossed the beach towards the back entrance of the house. It was a young woman. Muthu sucked in his breath sharply when he saw her. He slid back behind some fronds and tucked his basket load behind the luxuriant bushes. He snuggled into the shrubbery and peered onto the beach.

When Ashmita came towards back entry from the sea, Muthu could see her clearly, she must be in her forties but looked like a young woman of 25 years. She was sensational. She was dressed in a skimpy two-piece swimsuit. The brassiere was minuscule, thin threads over her shoulders and across her back. In front, they swept over the swell of her superb breasts and flared into Band-Aid-sized strips over her nipples. Her bikini panties were outrageous, little more than a G-string. Twin strings circled her hips and supported a narrow strip that dipped between her thighs. She wore it very low, well below her navel, just above her pubis. It barely covered her crotch.

The sun glittered on her wet body. She came near to the back door and without entering the house, she moved towards the large umbrella and table and deck chair under it. She picked up a towel from the table and mopped her face and body. She turned around and Muthu saw that her bikini panties had no back; the strip of cloth became a thin strand that ran between her naked buttocks. As he watched, the woman shook her head, her hands lifting to uncoil her dark hair from the nape of her neck. It tumbled to her waist.

Ashmita dropped the towel on the circular table by the umbrella and turned around again. The coconut vendor gaped. She was absolutely stunning. She was of medium height, with a fair, completely flawless complexion, she had a high-cheekbone, oval face with an exquisite jaw, and a fine, straight nose. Her eyes were lovely, shaped like almonds, and rimmed with kohl. Her mouth was sexy and she had perfect, even teeth. Her neck was long and elegant and led smoothly to full, firm, high breasts that were like succulent fruit and formed a deep and inviting cleavage. She wore a thin gold chain and a mangal sutra around her neck.

Ohh! Then this woman was married. Her belly was flat and firm, the legs lovely and shapely with no saddlebags or love handles. Her hips flared, and her waist was narrow, the arms and legs smoothly turned, the ankles and wrists slim, the feet and hands long and elegant.

The coconut vendor gaped. She was the loveliest creature he had ever seen, just like a film star. His penis swelled in his lungi, his wraparound loincloth, and he felt a stiff clamp in his belly and balls. He ached to fuck her. A large tote bag lay by the chair under the umbrella. Ashmita bent to unzip it and her breasts swung forward. She pulled out a hairbrush and ran it through her hair, then coiled it high on her head. As she lifted her arms, her breasts rose in her brassiere. She shrugged it off. Her breasts were large and heavy, with long nipples. She massaged them absently, and then pulled down her panties. The man gaped at the neatly trimmed dark delta framing her cunt.

Ashmita bent and rummaged in the bag again and her lovely breasts swung free. She straightened with a bottle of lotion in her hand. She flipped up the spout of the bottle and poured out lotion into her hand and began to smear her body with it. Muthu watched her rub cream into her breasts, squeezing and fondling them sensuously. She took more cream and massaged it into her belly and buttocks and legs, even the insides of her thighs. Her body glistened, she lay down on the chair and put on a pair of dark shades. From where he stood, the coconut vendor had an unobstructed view of her.

"Ashmita!" A man's voice called from the house behind him.

The coconut vendor turned his head and saw a muscular grey-haired old man trotting down the path to the beach. He was clad only in a pair of swimming trunks. The coconut vendor noticed his superb physique, the sculpted musculature. He jogged down to the beach.

"Well, hello, lover boy," Ashmita smiled, turning her face and holding out her hand.

"Hey. Did you have a good swim?" asked the old man.

"Lovely, "replied Ashmita.

"Want to fuck, a threesome, your daughter wants you to join with us?" asked Bhashkar.

"Horny again? My God! You two are fucking day and night like crazy lovers? You are really a stud at this age!" exclaimed Ashmita.

"For you, stud, always," Bhashkar laughed.

Muthu, the poor coconut vendor was listening to their conversation with his bewildered eyes. How could these rich people use such raw and obscene words openly without any shame and hesitation? He wondered.

Then he heard the old man laugh, "Your daughter feels too much horny and waiting for me to fuck her. Then, let me fuck her, I will tell Arpita that you are not joining with us."

"Ohhh, come on dear, you both enjoy, now let me enjoy the sight of sea waves," she smiled.

Muthu apprehended that a fucking session would start now somewhere in the house with another woman. He had seen porn videos but watching a live fucking comes once in a while. He had also a curiosity to see the other woman.

Then Muthu heard the old man saying," Not dressed like that Ashmita, you shouldn't. You have exposed your body completely. Don't you know it is a public beach behind this cabin?"

"What? Oh, yeah. I'll put something on," she replied.

"You'd better. And I want you to cover up your body with a towel. Don't want any of those drunken young men wandering on the beach raping you for that gorgeous body of yours," the old man said.

The woman chuckled, "Don't worry my dear husband! Nobody is going to Ra*e me. You people are nearby and if I scream, definitely you will hear," she smiled.

"I'm all yours, babe, all yours. Then enjoy yourself alone but don't be too long. In the meantime, let me satisfy your daughter," said the old man and left from there.

Muthu was very much confused; he concluded that this woman was the wife of this old man. Then who were mother and daughter? He decided to follow the old man and leave this woman for a while. There were dense shrubs of flower plants near the sundeck where Muthu hid for a while. Then Muthu climbed and crawled and peeped above. There was a veranda ahead which was closed from two sides with 4 feet walls but opened in the front from where Muthu was peeping. Then he saw them. Muthu set himself in such a position that he could see them clearly but they could not see him from the top. Arpita lay on her back on the cool stone floor of the veranda, her white body heaving, and writhing, glistening with sweat. Muthu's heart started beating as he had never seen a white naked body of such a young girl who must not be more than 20 years he assumed.

"What's about mom?"Muthu heard the sweet voice of the girl asking the old man.

"She is enjoying the sea," the old man replied coolly to the girl.

"What I feel, nowadays, Mom is not interested in fucking. She has reached a saturated point after getting fucked by you initially in the jungle and then continuously for another three years," said Arpita.

"No, dear, that is not the case. We should thank her that she has given us scope to enjoy with each other privately because it is our honeymoon," replied Bhashkar.

Muthu was very much confused and thought if this young girl was the daughter of that woman and that woman was the wife of this old man then how could this old man and this young girl lie down naked and embraced each other? Then he answered himself that these rich and aristocratic people were highly corrupted in sex and moral value and definitely, this girl was this old man's stepdaughter. The old man must be fucking both mother and daughter in this luxurious cabin on the sea beach.

But at the next moment, Muthu was surprised to find the grey-haired old man bending over her, between her splayed knees, on his outstretched arms and knees, his head bent, his hips swinging powerfully. Muthu was surprised at the measured cadence of his strokes. He was in full control of himself, and evidently not without some previous sexual experience. Muthu watched with rising excitement as the old man fucked the young girl unhurriedly. His buttocks bobbed, flexing and unflexing rhythmically, his hips moving steadily. The girl moaned and gasped, and Muthu bit his lower lip, frowning with tension, breathing heavily through flared nostrils as the poor Narialwala was feeling sexual tension inside him. Arpita's head whipped from side to side and she clenched his buttocks and lifted her legs even higher.

Now Muthu could see the old man's long and thick penis as it appeared and disappeared into the young girl's cunt, and she was thrilled at its size. She moaned and whimpered, squeezing her big, swollen breasts erotically, calling obscenely to the old man to fuck her harder, to shove it all in, to give her his cock. After several minutes, Bhashkar slid out of her and flipped her over onto her front, on all fours before him. Arpita stared at his cock with mounting lust. She bit her lip as Muthu watched him squeeze it into the young girl's cunt again and begin to fuck her rapidly, holding her hips and jerking her body swiftly back and forth in time to his own thrusts.

Arpita's cries rent the air, loud and lewd and now Bhashkar was gasping, his grey-haired head flung back, his hips swinging violently back and forth, his balls slapping against her buttocks. His penis glistened and gleamed as it was pistoned in and out of her cunt, going faster and faster till he was ramming her masterfully. Beneath him, Arpita gasped and cried out, her face contorting and twisting with joy. Her heavy breasts swung and jiggled and she crushed them feverishly as he pounded untiringly in and out of her cunt. Faster and faster he went, ramming and reaming into her and she came violently, gasping and crying out.

He kept moving strongly and then Muthu heard his panting, "Arpitttaaaa, I can't control myself, ohhhhhhhhh, I am going to come."

Then Muthu heard the voice of the girl, "Yesss, come inside me."

What's a foolish girl she was Muthu thought, how could she allow this old man to come inside her without a rubber? And this old man was really a bastard; he would impregnate his stepdaughter. Muthu was brooding over all these things when he saw the old man raise his hips high then lowered with a jerk and shake his cock rapidly before lying still above the girl. Muthu knew that the old man had orgasmed, must be spraying her body with a heavy shower of jizz. Muthu closely observed between the legs of the girl where the cock of the old man was still inside her and Muthu could see the ticker tape on her thighs which were streaming down towards the joint of her thighs. Muthu's hard cock was on verge of cumming but he controlled himself. Muthu watched the young girl moan happily and begin to scoop his gunk between her thighs on her finger and swallow it.

Muthu then heard the old man saying, "Arpita, let us go to the bedroom and have an afternoon nap."

Muthu watched them going inside the house and knew that now both would be sleeping for a while.

On the other hand, Ashmita was sitting on the deck chair; she adjusted the back and stretched her two legs on the table. Not a single person was on that part of the beach as it was not like a public beach, rather it was like a secluded and private beach. A lot of thoughts were coming to her mind and she closed her eyes. Only having the big cock of Bhashkar inside her pussy was enough! No doubt, Bhashkar was a stud, and physically she was satisfied with him but mentally? Was this all a woman wanted? Jabbing a cock between her legs! This was a routine fucking but where was the sensation? Where was the newness? For this only, she switched over from her own husband late Debasish to his best friend late Dipankar in the jungle. Then she switched over from Dipankar to his father Bhashkar, who was then his uncle-in-law or like her father-in-law who at present was her husband.

But she still wanted some newness. In absence of which, of late she was lacking sexual sensation. Ashmita wanted some kinds of new thrill, some kind of adventure, and some kind of new sensation in her sex life. Ashmita envied her husband Bhashkar who even at this old age was enjoying newness and new thrills by fucking her own young daughter Arpita. He was a lucky bastard but what's about her? Then her memory traveled to the past, how she had enjoyed her sex with a man belonging to the low class, the gardener Ramu near the swimming pool. She remembered how her feet slipped accidentally while she was peeing and she fell into shrubs where Ramu was working and the situation arose in such a way that she ended up fucking Ramu.

In the same afternoon, again she took Ramu to her bedroom and fucked with him. Did she enjoy her fucking with a low-class man? Yes, she enjoyed it and now, Ramu was a servant in her household and it was a risky affair to be fucked by him again. But she could go for an unknown low-class man for newness, for a thrill, and for a new sensation. Yes, she would like to be fucked by all low-class people because these poor men were always deprived of fucking a fair colored rich, educated, fashionable, and aristocratic lady like her.

The memory of that long hot afternoon of glorious sex with Ramu stirred her libido. Beneath the umbrella, Ashmita closed her eyes and slipped into an erotic daydream. Her nipples stiffened as a breeze from the sea plucked at them. A thick river of sweat trickled sexily through the valley between her breasts. Ashmita's lips parted. Slowly, she drew her hands up over her thighs and a firm belly to her breasts. She fondled them, and they swelled and grew turgid. Her pulse began to quicken.

When Bhashkar and Arpita entered the house, Muthu, the coconut vendor's attention was turned back to the woman near the back gate. His excitement was mounting. The woman was unattended, easy prey. He would hide amongst the garden bushes, amongst the flower plants near her so that he could watch her naked body from close. Muthu grinned wolfishly. He waited for a minute to make sure the old man wasn't coming out of the house. Then he rushed towards the woman outside of the back entry.

Ashmita squeezed the fleshy mounds together, rubbing and rolling the hard nipples under her palms. Her elegant fingers pincered her nipples, kneading and tweaking and plucking at them, and she bit her lower lip as a sudden jolt of electric lust flickered through her loins and breasts. Her legs split apart and she felt the first, delicious dewdrop of cunt-juice ooze between her thighs. The coconut vendor gasped softly as he realized what she was doing. Ashmita slid a finger down her crack, parting her cunt-lips gently with one hand, the other still on her nipples. Her finger curved into her cunt. She arched her back slowly, in exquisite delight, and slid her finger in deeper, to the knuckle, feeling the moist heat of her cunt and the hard tongue of her clitoris. She began to masturbate slowly.

Behind her in a safe distance, hiding amongst the bushes and flower plants, the coconut vendor, too, was masturbating. His eyes were riveted on her body. His cock glistened with pre-cum gunk as he stroked its enormity and his cock and fingers soon grew sticky with pale jizz-froth. He groaned softly. His penis was rock-hard and hot, throbbing and pulsating excitedly in his pumping fist.

On the deck chair, Ashmita's hips lurched at her wrist. Her shoulders were hunched; her head flung back, her lips parted in a wide 'O'. She mauled her breasts with mounting excitement, pumping the other hand between her legs. Her hips jerked up and down. Without pausing in her masturbation, she groped in her tote with her other hand and pulled out something. The coconut vendor squinted, trying to make out what it was. She pulled it free of the bag and he gasped when he saw that it was a fake rubber-type cock (A dildo). What he didn't know was that it was a vibrator as well, one of the latest creations of Hedon & Venery's sexual toys manufacturing division, which Ashmita purchased the day before yesterday from the grey market of Mumbai out of curiosity. Being the new thing, she wanted now to experiment. It was ten inches in length, with a two-inch diameter shaft. It was dark, the color of a black man's penis. Muthu thought there was hardly any difference in color between that fake cock and his own cock as his cock was also black like that one. The shaft was ingeniously ribbed and pitted, crisscrossed with ridges and unpredictable bulges, knobs, and spikes. It was of hard rubber, and the spikes were flexible. It had a thick cock-head and a strap around its base.

Ashmita looped the strap over one wrist and flicked the switch. It hummed softly and shook in her hand, growing hot and hard, like a real cock. The coconut vendor looked at her curiously, wondering what she was up to. Moaning to herself, Ashmita kissed the ersatz cock-head, and licked and caressed its shaft. It had a brace of balls at the base and she sucked these, relishing the feel of the uneven surface on her tongue and between her lips. She caressed her face with the dildo, rubbing it sensuously across her lips and cheeks, sucking and nibbling the cock-head. She slid the dildo over her breasts, rubbing it over her nipples, shivering in delight. Then she dragged it lower yet, down her belly, caressing the insides of her thighs and her cunt-lips.

She paused with it between her thighs. Her legs split apart and hooked over the arms of the chair and she slouched in the chair with her shoulders hunched, her breasts squeezed together, both hands holding the shaft. Slowly, she forced the cock-head into her cunt, and gasped loudly as the big cock-head stretched her cunt-lips open and bit into her flesh. Her back arched, her breath hissed between clenched teeth, and her body tensed. She forced it deeper still, jerking it slowly from side to side, moaning and gasping, her head arching back. She licked her parched lips, murmuring in pleasure.

Her cunt flamed with lust. Her thighs trembled with tension. Slowly, they yielded and relaxed and spread further apart and she pressed the vibrator deeper into her cunt. It felt good, big and hard and thick, filling her cunt to the brim, the spikes, and hard knobs scraping and pressing on her gorged clitoris as she slid it in deeper. Inch by inch, the dildo disappeared inside her till at last it was fully embedded in her cunt. Ashmita moaned loudly. Behind the bushes, the young man gaped, stunned. He had never even imagined anything like this.

Ashmita began to fuck herself. Her hands pumped back and forth, driving the big dildo in and out of her cunt. Now her hips jerked and heaved with rising urgency. Her head arched and she gasped loudly with pleasure. The thick shaft glistened with her cunt-juices. Faster and faster she went, her hand moving the vibrator-dildo feverishly back and forth. She pressed the button at the dildo's base. Instantly, the thing came alive, buzzing loudly, vibrating gently at first, and then faster and faster. Automatically, it moved back and forth, in an ingenious simulation of a real penis. It had been extensively tested infield, and the reports had been rapturous as told by the seller. The activated electric current ran through its in-built filaments, heating the water inside it till it was bubbling and steaming. The fluid pumped through the minute canals in the shaft, making it throb.

Ashmita went wild. She masturbated wildly, her hips heaving, her voice rising loud and clear, "Ohhhhhh... uhhh... Ohhhhh... uhhh... Ohhhh!" she cried.

She orgasmed, shuddering and moaning, gasping and tensing, arching steeply, jerking the vibrator furiously, and twisting this way and that in her cunt. At the last minute, as she hit her peak, she punched the button again. The machine in her cunt ballooned to monstrous proportions inside her cunt, buzzed and vibrated violently, twitched rapidly back and forth several times, and then, with a deep hiss, spat sharp jets of heated water deep into her slit. On and on it went, ejaculating like a real cock, and with each cum-shot, she arched and moaned, her clawed fingers keeping the dildo pinned inside her flesh till it was spent and drained. Gasping, she slid the vibrator slowly out of her cunt and tossed it on the table. She lay back, panting and sweating, her loins tingling with lust. She caressed her cunt and breasts dreamily, her chest heaving.

Now, Muthu couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't control himself so he decided to go nearer her, and he was mentally prepared to face any consequences if she sees him. Grabbing his basket of coconuts, his cock tucked back into his loincloth, he walked rapidly down the path towards her.

The crash of the waves muffled his footsteps and she didn't hear him till he was standing beside her. Her eyes were closed and she was still breathing hard, her naked body glistening with sweat. Her nipples were still nut-hard. Her hands were over her breasts, gently caressing them. For a minute, the man stood there, looking at her greedily. She sensed someone by her as she heard the slight footsteps and, thinking it to be Bhashkar, her husband, she smiled prettily. She squeezed her breasts in provocation and ran her tongue lasciviously across her upper lip.

"C'mon my dear husband, come and fuck me," she murmured.

Without opening her eyes, she turned her head and reached lazily for where she thought she would find her husband's penis. Her fingers fell on the bulging tumescence in his lungi and she gasped, her eyes snapping open.

"Who are you? How did you come here?" she gasped and screamed in shock.

"Nariel paniwallah (Coconut vendor)," Muthu said with a grin, "The entrance gate was open and I called several times but nobody responded so I entered and found you here. Madam, do you want some?"

Her hand was still on his cock. She flipped her sunglasses onto her head and looked at him steadily. She was trapped. The piquancy of the situation didn't escape her. The shock ebbed. A sudden frisson of sexual excitement coursed through her as she realized that he had probably watched her masturbating. A few moments before, she aspired to be fucked by a man from the low class of society and this Coconut vendor was suitable and perfect for her. Looking him up and down, she decided that she liked what she saw. He was very dark, obviously a southerner. He wasn't very tall, but his body was good.

His shirt was open low and she saw that his chest was nicely curved and cleaved, solid, the belly hard and flat, the torso smooth and hairless. He wore a black thread and an amulet around his neck. His lungi was tucked up to his thighs and she noticed that his legs, like his arms, were strong and thick. He had a rounded face, with a thick mustache, good teeth, a thick nose, and fleshy lips. His hair was long and curly, cropped close, the eyes small and piercing, glittering with lust fire. His hips were small, the buttocks taut and firm, well rounded. The cock beneath her fingers felt good and hard and big. She squeezed it gently and smiled.

"Yes," she murmured, "Yes. I want some. Thin cream or thick?"

"The coconuts have thin cream," he answered smoothly.

She smiled again in approval. Evidently, he had a sense of humor.

"Fine, give me one," she murmured lying back, releasing his cock.

The man bent and lowered his basket of green coconuts beside her, acutely aware of the proximity of her breasts and naked loins. She shifted slightly, moving her legs wider apart. For a moment, he froze, bent over, his front to her face, his buttocks thrust out, his head up, his eyes locked on the sight of the neat little triangle of silken dark pubic hair, the wink of her cunt-lips as they unfurled. She slid her hand up the backs of his thighs under his lungi and over his naked buttock. He tensed.

"Hurry up," she murmured. "I'm very thirsty."

He selected a coconut and straightened her fingers cool and gentle on his buttock. He tried not to squirm as he rapped the fruit expertly with his knuckle, tossing it round and round in his palm. Satisfied, he picked up his long machete and, deftly sliced the skin off the coconut head, and then hammered it open. It was brimming with cool, sweet liquid. He dunked a plastic straw into it and handed it to her.

Ashmita flipped the straw out. She held the fruit in one hand and tilted it to her lips. The juice was cool and sweet and refreshing. It dribbled over her chin down her neck. The man watched as it rivered between her breasts. She drained it and gave it back to him.

"Scoop the cream for me," she murmured.

Muthu plunged his knife into the soft flesh and with a few rapid circular strokes scraped out the milky white coconut cream and handed it back to her. She dipped her fingers into it and plucked out a long, slimy, slippery strand of the meat. Tilting her face back, she parted her lips wide, holding the coconut meat aloft. Her tongue slipped out and flicked at the dangling tail of the coconut, coiled around it, slowly drew it in, sucking and finally chewing on it. It was an incredibly erotic performance. She plucked at another piece and quite deliberately let it fall on her breast. There was no more in the coconut and she tossed it back into his basket. The man remained where he was, watching her. She took the strand of coconut flesh on her chest in two fingers and drew it in a wet, slippery line over one breast till it covered her nipple. It felt cool and moist and her lips parted in excitement. She squeezed his buttock gently and slid a finger into the cleft. The man's hips twitched. She slid a hand lower, between his legs and her fingers found his naked cock beneath his loincloth. The man gasped softly.

"Now I want to eat a banana," she murmured.

He turned around and flicked his lungi up over his hips. Ashmita smiled. His penis was dark and big, and, she noted with pleasure, circumcised (In fact his penis was circumcised by his parents due to a skin disease on the head when he was 3 years old). She heard from somewhere that person having circumcised cock tended to last longer. He was probably a Muslim she thought. Not yet fully erect, it was eight inches long and nearly two inches thick and growing rapidly in her fist. She looked at it hungrily. The man shuffled closer and she turned her face to his crotch. She began to masturbate him. Soon, his cock was rock-hard, throbbing in her fingers. His balls were big and heavy. She cupped them gently, teasing and tickling them. His pubic hair was thick and springy. With a quick flick of his wrist, the coconut vendor untied his lungi and flung it clear. He heard her moan softly and he chuckled and quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Naked, he was even better looking, his dark body glistening with sweat, superbly muscled.

Smiling down at her, he shuffled closer, his cock thrusting out at her face. He stretched an arm and cupped her breast in his hand. She shivered, her lips fluttering open, and he felt her breast grow heavier in his palm as he fondled it gently. Her nipple stiffened at his touch and he flicked it with his thumb. He dragged the coconut meat in a slippery trail across her nipple and she shivered in delight. Dragging it down into her cleavage, he drew it over her other breast and began to rub her nipple with it. She gasped softly, her rigid nipple quivering at his touch. She released his cock and lifted her breasts, squeezing them tightly together. Grinning with excitement, the man bent over and made her gasp by clamping his lips firmly around her free nipple, sucking on it with a steadily increasing pressure, nibbling gently.

He moved to the other breast and began to gnaw the coconut meat, sucking it half into his mouth and moving it round and round her nipple. His tongue and teeth and lips were all over her breast and nipple. She gasped softly and arched, her fingers entwining in his hair, her back bending to feed more of his breast into his hot mouth. His tongue was wonderful, rough and thick and wet and hot, flicking her nipple this way and that. He grunted suddenly as she craned her head and he felt her hot lips clamp on his nipple, her teeth delicately biting and gnawing while her free hand returned to his cock.

"I want to suck your cock," she mumbled, swirling her tongue over his nipple.

As aroused by the obscenity of her words as he was by her body, the coconut vendor straightened and thrust his cock at her mouth again. With one hand on her head, he pulled it forward to his loins, his other hand still kneading her hard breast. Holding his cock, she parted her lips and slipped her tongue out, and swirled it gently around his cock-head, savoring the musky tang of his cock-meat.

His breath hissed between his teeth and his belly sucked in sharply. He bent his head, watching her, transfixed by the sight of her pointed, pink tongue flickering like a serpent's on his cock-head. Her tongue moved with increasing rapidity and he felt the heat build in his loins. At last, she opened her mouth wide and slipped her lips around his cock-head. The man gasped, his head snapping back. Her mouth was incredible, hot and wet, her tongue electrifying.

Ashmita sucked his penis greedily, taking him deep in her mouth, her face distended. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, and her tongue did magical things to his cock-head. The man gasped and grunted and began to moan with pleasure as he fucked her face, moving her head and rocking his hips back and forth. He mauled and kneaded her breasts feverishly, relishing the feel of the heavy mounds, grown turgid with excitement, the rigid nipples quivering and rasping across his callused palms. Soon, his cock and her fist and lips grew slippery with his pre-cum gunk. It left slimy trails on her fingers and chin. She paused, gasping, deeply aroused, and caressed her face with his cock. He jerked her head back to his crotch and she sucked his cock again. Her mouth was incredible, and the heat in his loins became unbearable. His cock throbbed and pulsated in her mouth. He flung his head back as he fucked her mouth, his hips jerking back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing.

"Yes... uhhhhh... yes... suck... suck it! Suck harder... uuhhhhhh oh, god... Suck harder, you whore... bitch... uhhhhh, Ohhhhh, uhhhh, Ohhh!" Muthu moaned and called obscenely, his penis sliding in and out of her mouth.

His loins flaming with lust heat, he made her get out of the chair and kneel before him so that he could fuck her mouth deeper and harder. Her lust was uncontainable now, and she obeyed with alacrity, kneeling before her anonymous lover and taking his penis deep in her mouth, holding it in one hand and sucking feverishly. Ashmita's head rocked rapidly back and forth between his legs. His hips pumped and writhed, and he flung his head back and gasped and grunted his joy. Somehow, he resisted the urge to explode and come into her mouth. He had to take her now, thrust his cock into her cunt and possess her. He could not be denied any longer. He broke away from her, panting and gasping. She, too, wanted to be taken like a slut, fucked like a bitch in heat.

Ashmita turned around on her forearms and knees, spreading her thighs wide, her buttocks thrust back at him in obscene invitation. She thrust a hand between her legs and pulled her dripping cunt-lips open for him. The sight drove him wild with excitement.

"Come on... fuck me... fuck me hard!" Ashmita muttered thickly.

The vision of her stunning body made him dizzy with excitement. Her breasts and the gold chain along with her mangal sutra around her neck dangled and swung and the bun at the nape of her long, elegant neck now come loose, silken hair framing her lovely face. He dropped to his knees behind her, his cock in his hand. It was hard and dark, throbbing greedily, and thick veins pulsed angrily along its length. The coconut vendor moaned at the sight of her fingers clawing her hair-rimmed cunt open. He shuffled forward and pressed his penis to her slit. His cock-head seared at the portals of her flesh and she moaned softly, bending forward, lifting her buttocks steeply.

"C'mon... c'mon, you motherfucker... hurry... fuck me, baby...fuck my slit... fuck me hard... c'mon, you son of a bitch! Do it!"Ashmita gasped, frantic for his cock, "C'mon... c'mon you fucking black negro... fuck me! Fuck my slit, motherfucker! Fuck me hard!"

The obscenities goaded him. Holding her slender waist, his strong thumbs parting her buttocks outward, he slammed his hips forward with a loud moan, his head snapping back, his eyes hooding and his mouth jerking open. Her cunt was hot and steaming, tight as a vise, and it swallowed his cock in its entirety, clamping fiercely on it, spasming uncontrollably, greedily.

"Ohhhhhh... uhhh... Ohhh, uhhh, yes!" he went on panting.

His cock was fiery hot, burning, and throbbing fiercely inside her cunt. Ashmita's head jerked up, and her mouth tore open in a wide 'O'of hot joy as she felt his monstrous pole sizzle and ream into her cunt. Her breasts were gorged and hot, her long nipples rigid with excitement. His penis was fantastic, hot and big and hard and thick, filling her cunt. She squeezed her cunt on it greedily, dizzy with lust.

Muthu slid his hands under her lovely body to cup her pendulous breasts. He squeezed them hard. She moaned. Her back was superb, beautifully arched and curved, the waist small and taut, the hips flared. Her back curved sweetly inward to the delectable, long hollow of her spine. The gold chain glistened around her neck. He held her breasts, moved out, and slammed in hard again with a shuddering moan. She cried out. Her throat was raw and the breath hissed from her parted lips. She began to jerk and move under him, moaning obscenely, panting and gasping. Her buttocks swung and writhed ecstatically against his loins, grinding round and round. She rocked back and forth with rising urgency, lurching forward on her forearms, and then forcing her butt back hard to his groin, impaling her cunt on his massive dick. The man gasped, straightening, the heat in his loins almost unbearable. Her cunt slid up and down the length of his cock. He gasped loudly, his head bent, watching transfixed as her cunt gobbled his cock, slid up, then down again.

He caressed her buttocks and, parting them, fingered her anus. She moaned, moving faster still. Her breasts and the gold chain along with her mangal sutra around her neck swung and jiggled and flapped. Her buttocks slapped against his strong thighs, his cock emerging as her cunt rose up against its length, then disappearing as she slid herself back onto him again and again. Muthu could hold still no longer. Holding her by the waist, he began to swing his hips in time to hers. At the same time, he rolled his hips in tight circles, skewering and reaming her cunt from all angles, probing every nook and cranny of her thirsty cram. His hips swinging and bobbing, his buttocks flexing and unflexing powerfully, his mighty, weighty balls slapping at her buttocks, going faster and faster and faster, pistoning like a trip hammer, his cock reaming and twisting and squeezing into her channel harder and deeper and faster with each thrust, he fucked her like a demon. His shaft rasped against her inflamed clitoris, rasping and sawing in and out. The air split with the sound of their rising voices.​