Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

She opened her mouth fully inviting and taking as his tongue slipped into hers. Arjun's tongue explored her mouth, touching her inner cheeks, her tongue and deep into her throat. Her arms snaked around him tightly and their tongues caressed each other and she tasted his tongue. The taste was a little weird as he was from the slum and had not scrubbed his tongue properly, the saliva was a little bit smelly but she found it tasty. Her tasting of his saliva passed her testosterone hormone to activate her sex desire to the peaks.

It was her turn now; she took his lower lip into her mouth and started sucking, chewing and biting digging her teeth, all the time pressing herself against him. Her tongue coaxed his lips apart and he allowed her entry. She tasted sweet and hot. Arjun started with tender kisses, taking his time with every corner of her lips and letting their tongues dance.

Then leaving her aching for more, he gently grabbed her hair and held it so he could kiss and gently bite her neck. Ashmita heard herself whimper, holding her mouth open for more kisses, wanting to feel their tongues meet again. Their kissing was a sensory explosion of mutual body scent emitting subtle chemical attractants that intensified their arousal.

The kiss sent shock waves throughout their bodies that increased blood flow resulting in her stiffened nipples, fluttery stomach and tingling genitals. Her adrenal glands unleashed adrenaline resulting in pounding heart, heavy breathing, and sweaty palms. She moved closer, the coolness of her bustier tickling his chest and abs, while damp heat greeted his cock. Arjun thought now this rich lady was totally under his control as she had completely surrendered herself before him; it was a complete submission of a rich and aristocratic lady before a poor and slum dweller. He felt himself very proud. Now, he was the master of her.

"Relax," his dark eyes bore into her, "I know exactly how you feel."

With that, he rolled his hips and seemed to sink a little lower. Arjun moved against her, his hands on her shoulders for leverage.

His hand trailed through her shoulder length hair, the chestnut black sheen radiated red and gold in the reflection of the sun's glow. Her breathing was shallow and fast. He watched as her breasts fluttered with her rhythm. One of her hands, long, elegant with its short, blunt nails, lifted languidly and then dropped, as if the effort of pushing against gravity was too much to achieve.

"How do you feel?" his voice was soft with sexual satiation.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she flexed her spine, arching her breasts into a bas-relief against his body.

His eyes traveled over her, lingering at the juncture of strong thighs, appreciating the smooth gleam of her legs.

"After one year, I feel a strange sensation throughout my body," She turned her head slowly and smiled at him, a woman's seductive smile.

Her eyes drifted shut, the lashes covering deep black eyes.

"You've killed me," he sighed deeply, " Madam, are you pleased with my kiss and touch?"

"Ugh, don't call me madam. Now, I am not madam for you," she protested.

"Then?"he asked.

"Call me Ashmita or Ash," she smiled.

"Well, Ash, for the last one year your well is totally dry. Do you want me to dig it again and fill up with water?"he asked.

In her inner self, Ashmita smiled and thought, "Waaooo, within short moments, this poor slum dweller, the Driver of the rickshaw had become quite intelligent in words. He had learned how to use the words instead of direct approaching."

"I couldn't follow you what's you saying? she said in an innocent expression of her face.

"Ash, you're old enough to understand," he smiled and teased, "Doing that thing? You are afraid to say the words?"

"What words?"she asked.

"Fucking,"he smiled.

"Ohhh, my God! Arjun, how could you say such dirty words before me? I am feeling very shy," she said in a mock angry tone.

Arjun leaned forward and sucked her lower lip into his mouth, his teeth a delicious torment of pain and tenderness.

"Mmmm, yes... oohhhh, yes," she moaned.

"Tell me Ash, how do you feel now after one year as your husband has not touched you quite a long time?"he asked again.

"Tell me everything, Ash. This is what I want. For you to be open with me," Arjun virtually pleaded with her.

Ashmita nodded and took his hand. She had never been fucked with any low classed people and it was her second experience with a slum dweller next to Muthu. Her seducing this low man was successful even she was successful in seducing Muthu, the coconut vendor yesterday and enjoyed the fucking. Now, she was feeling a strange thrill, a lifetime experience on the boat with this unknown man. The first part of the kissing and touching was over then what would be the next step she thought. Taking a deep breath, she dived into this new world Arjun had opened up for her.

"I ache here," she said, placing his hand on her breast, "It feels so tight and good. I want to feel you touching my breasts."

"Tell me where else?"he again asked.

Down her body, she moved his hand. Her tummy quivered with the touch. She went down until his hand covered her pussy above the dress, "It aches here. I'm so hot and wet."

"You want me there, Ash. This is your body's way of telling you want me inside there. Ash, lift your dress up to your waist, let me feel it," he said.

She looked at his hand and watched as he inserted his fingers inside her panties, ran two fingers through her slit, brushed her silken pubic hairs, her juice coating his fingers where he moved. When he touched her clit, tiny sparks shot out all over her body at the incredible feeling he was creating, "I want to touch you, Ash. I want to know what your body likes."

Since it was a burqa, a one piece dress up to her neck, he could not remove it completely from her body, so Arjun unbuttoned her chest portion of the dress completely and the two cups of her black bra holding her two bulging big breasts popped out. The contrast colors of black bra having white round breasts were looking magnificent. Arjun touched the naked flesh of her breast.

Ashmita shivered when she felt a stranger's hand on the raw flesh of her breast and she moaned, "Ohhhh...no."

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.

"No, please continue," she gasped.

Arjun unhooked her bra, lifted her arms up and pulled the straps of her bra down her shoulders to release her breasts. With easy movements her bra was on the floor which was immediately picked up by Arjun which he kept in his pants pocket. Ashmita looked around, nervous that someone might see her.

"Relax gorgeous woman, there's no-one here and the door is properly latched from the inside," smiled Arjun.

Arjun released her and took a step back so that he could see her breasts clearly. She crossed her arms over her breasts. He held her hands away, exposing her breasts. Arjun watched her large hung breasts as they bounced and jutted out from her chest. Her brown areolas were encircled around her pink long nipples which were pointed, of course a little puffy at the heads. There were prominent pores at the nipple heads. Both the breasts were round and instead of sagging they were erected upwards. Her glorious huge breasts swayed and jiggled with each move. Her nipples budded under his ardent gaze. Then his hand proceeded towards her breasts. Ashmita merely lifted a brow, while his fingers swept over the curve of her breasts. She followed his movements, the digits caressing her creamy chocolate flesh.

She sucked in a breath. His finger circled one pert nipple. The pebbled point strained against his finger while his gaze never left her face. Poor man! He might not have witnessed nor touched such white magnificent breasts ever in his life. A bead of sweat trickled between his shoulder blades while his cock remained rock-hard inside his pants. He used his hands to continue kneading her breasts, then to pull and squeeze her nipples. She sat upright on the bench leaning over him so that her breast hangs an inch above his face, offering the jutting nipple, carried her breast to his mouth in the gesture of a nursing mother, the dark engorged jutting long nipple of her breast.

He bent his head and gently began to suck on one nipple while he caressed the other. He sucked it, nuzzling it gently with his teeth. The nipple grew larger and firmer in his mouth. Arjun eased up and took each in his mouth in turn, giving oral supplication like a starving infant. At first, he suckled with both hands on a single breast to guide the nipple to its haven of warmth. His tongue next circled round and round each nipple, then licked each one back and forth, on and on. Arjun moved to her large areolas and nipples, stroking them until they began to bunch and harden.

Playfully, she slapped his hand. Her heavy breasts became heavier and full almost painful. She withdrew it, and replaced it with the other. It too, swollen to his sucking. In the movement, she made by taking her two hands to bring it towards his mouth, a drop of milk appeared at the extremity. Arjun licked it eagerly, seizing that heavy breast in his mouth like a juicy fruit. He suckled in a greedy and regular way. He passed both his arms around her waist and he sucked on with slow sips of her breast milky juice with a movement of the neck as a breast fed child. Arjun sucked on her big brown heavy engorged hard and jutting nipple, while stroking the other and squeezing it. He kept on sucking like a hungry baby

"How could milk come out from you?"he asked.

"I still feed milk to my 3 years kid," she said softly.

"Good. Take your panties off." his voice changed. He no longer asked her but ordered like a master. The thrill that went down her spine shocked her. Staring into his eyes, she lifted the hem of the burqa up to her waist; she wore a pair of black cotton panties as she pushed her panties to the floor and discarded them.

Arjun pushed her gently onto the backrest of the bench and opened her legs. His hand drifted down her stomach and belly, to where the dark black hair curled and whirled between her thighs. His finger sifted through, spread and then found the tiny mound of nerve-saturated flesh.

She bucked under his touch, "Ahh, you are hurting. Gently, gently."

Arjun brushed a kiss of apology against her lips. Knowing fingers soothed and tantalized, she shivered in exquisite agony of pleasure and pain and her eyelashes fluttered like hummingbird wings. Arjun slid a thick finger into her cunt, making her gasp and bit her lower lip. Slowly and gently he slid two fingers into her soaked pussy while he worked on his clit with his thumb. Ashmita moaned and closed her eyes, this was absolute heaven.

"Nice Ash?" he asked.

She nodded, she was struggling to speak. Gradually he intensified the pressure and speed on her clit and worked his two fingers in and out of her. Her hips jerked and he laughed down at her as he masturbated her rapidly, pressing her clitoris with his finger.

"Ash, do you feel me?" he said, "Do you?"

"Yes, Arjun," she murmured, her eyes glittering, her breath ragged and sharp, her hips twitching and jerking at his hand, "I have never felt like this before."

"Good," he smiled, "You will learn and feel quickly because I have fucked more women than your husband. I have fucked hundreds of prostitutes and beggar girls and I will train and teach you in a different way."

"You are the best teacher a woman could hope for, Arjun," she gasped, writhing uncontrollably, on the brink of an orgasm again.

His hand pumped rapidly between her thighs and he chortled at her gasps and moans of pleasure as the orgasm neared. Abruptly, he stopped. Ashmita moaned in despair. Now it was his time to moan, deep into her pubic hair, her cunt was the best. She tightened her muscles around his digit till he was clasped so tightly, he couldn't pull out if he wanted to. He loved that...she had the most educated cunt in the world. At the same time, he started stroking his middle finger deeper into her ass. She cried out softly, her head falling back, her gaze searching out his. With her bottom lip being savaged by her teeth, her nostrils flaring, she looked like the wild wanton he came to know her to be under the urbane exterior. This is what she was, an elemental sexual animal who enjoyed every aspect of fucking.

"Arjunnnn...oh, yes, my love..."she cried.

He laughed in exultation as she writhed upon the bench. She clutched at him, using him as an anchor. Pulling his finger free from her ass, he clasped her right cheek while pushing her harder against his two fingers, one inside her pussy and another inside her ass, spreading her cunt walls and sphincter. Ashmita reached orgasm violently, Arjun could feel her cunt muscles contracting and expanding, gripping his digit tightly, and her whole body in ecstatic spasms, her cunt muscles as well as her sphincter muscles all of a sudden gripping his digits, squeezing the digits. Arjun allowed her to enjoy the long drawn multiple orgasms.

"Oh, Oh, Oh, Arjun, that's fabulous," Ashmita moaned as the waves of pleasure crashed over her, "Oh baby I feel so gooooood."

Enjoy Ash, Enjoy!" Arjun smiled gently sliding in and out of her as the waves subsided but her orgasm didn't stop it just slowed. Juices streamed down her thighs. But at the sametime, his cock was throbbing inside and Arjun wanted to fuck her then and there.

"I've got to stop, otherwise I'll do something beyond my control," he told her.

"I don't mind," she replied.

Arjun chuckled and laid a kiss on her lips, "You're going to be sore. I don't want to hurt you. But we cannot do here as the space is so congested even we cannot move together."

Could she hear his heart hammering away? God, he hoped not. That would give her insight into exactly what he was feeling. By her slow perusal and the way her gaze lingered on his crotch, she already knew what he was feeling. He shifted, met her stare, and barely stifled a groan.

As she was looking at the bulge it was making in his pants, she said, "God, it looks like you have quite a big thing in there. It seems you are very excited."

Open appraisal and hunger simmered in her dark chocolate depths. She licked her lips and his body jerked in response, his cock aching to feel the warm heat of her mouth on him. He looked her over. Arjun clenched his jaw, his hand moving to the bulge in his pants, and rubbed up and down. Ashmita sucked at her bottom lip and he saw her fingers delve into her damp folds. Her scent, sweet and musky, perfumed the air, and his mouth watered to taste her. A soft moan eased past his lips. He could almost feel her silken heat wrapped around the rigid length of him.

Abruptly she stilled, her eyes taking on a dreamy quality he loved to watch, "What are you doing?"

Confused, he glanced around.

"Stop touching yourself, "she said.

He ceased stroking himself and allowed his hand to fall at his side. He'd been so aroused by her, he hadn't realized what he was doing. Then he thought something but he did not know how to convince her. She was an educated and rich lady, would she agree to his weird proposal?

"Ash, I want you to do something for me and I need you to trust me, "he said in a soft voice.

"But how could I do it here, as it is too congested?" she said.

"I know, I cannot fuck you here, but I have other things to do," he said.

She nodded her head, "Do what you want. I trust you."

"First, I want to explore your this mouth. Your lips are so plump and delicious. I want to sink my cock inside your mouth and watch you suck me."

Ashmita wanted this for a long moment but she was waiting when this poor man would approach her, so she acted in a manner of feign annoyance, "What! Do you know what are you proposing to me? It's a weird idea; I have never done this type of thing ever in my life not even with my husband."

"Ash, please Ash. Just try for once. If you don't like then there is always an option for you to withdraw yourself. I will never force you. I told you that now, I am your teacher and I could teach you few more things which you must not have enjoyed with your husband. Didn't you enjoy my finger in your ass hole which was a new experience for you?"he tried to convince her.

"OK, let me try," she softly replied.

She crooked a finger, beckoning him closer. He labored to his feet and came to stand in front of her, his back towards rails within limited space as if he was sandwiched between her and the rails of the boat. Reaching out, she started undoing his pants, expertly releasing his zip with one hand, and then worked them down to his ankles. Now, Arjun was standing there in front of her with just his briefs covering him up. And his cock was standing straight up inside them, hard as a bone. With her bewildered eyes, Ashmita glanced at the tent formed above the briefs.

All of a sudden a weird thought came to her mind to feel the thrill of touching this man's all under private parts without seeing and without pulling down his briefs. When she started pulling down his pants, Arjun became excited anticipating next she would pull down his briefs but instead she inserted her hand on his backside through the briefs. Her left hand slid down to the dip of his waist then the hard curved buttock. She could feel the fleshy hard cheeks of his ass and she cupped each cheek and pressed. Her fingers dug into the resilient skin. He bucked into her side, his newly aroused erection pressing into the fabrics hard.

Then she slid her right hand down between his groins. He lifted a little to let her through. Her hand passed through his pubic area and she could feel the coarse dense hair. She found his testicles first; she curled her fingers softly round this extraordinary bristling item. Drawing her fingers across its underside, she arrived at the base of his penis, which she held with extreme care, for she had no idea how sensitive or robust it was. She trailed her fingers along its length, feeling with interest its silky texture, right to the tip, which she lightly stroked; and then, amazed by her own boldness. Then she withdrew her both hands from the briefs and pulled down the briefs below his knees. His muscles rippled with every movement. She reached out and touched him. He was warm and rock hard.

"You're so big," she said. His chest beneath her hand made her look so small and pale.

"I'm a lot bigger than your husband probably. It is 9th inches long," he pulled her closer, tilted her head back, bent down and kissed her.

The weight of her scrutiny fed his desire and he sucked in a breath as she curled her fingers around the thick shaft. He bent down and plunged his tongue into her mouth, making love to her with his lips. The warm rasp of her tongue followed and he fought to keep his hands where they were. Every cell responded to that one intimate lick and sent fire racing through his veins. Her lips parted on a gasp as her gaze moved down to what lay at the juncture of his thighs. He was long and thick. The red tip was bulbous, and the slit at the top looked wet.

She cried out at the vision he created inside her mind. "Your cock is so big. Would I be able to fit something that big inside my mouth?" she asked.

"Yes. You'd like that wouldn't you? To suck my cock,"he smiled.

"Yes, I feel a new sensation as you are my teacher," she replied.

"How does it make you feel?" he asked.

"Excited and frightened. I've never done anything like that before," she replied in a fake surprise exclamation.

Ashmita extended her hand towards the big throbbing shaft of Arjun. She grabbed his shaft, trailing her fingers over the big black cock. Then she slowly pulled on the foreskin backward and his big plump like purple head was emerged. The head was covered with patches of white starch like stuffs and all of a sudden, a pungent and unpleasant smell hit her nostrils.

"What' this, Arjun? Don't you clean your private parts regularly? Don't you feel the smell?"she reprimanded him in a mock angry voice.

"Sorry, Ash, I could also feel my own smell. I clean it only once in a week properly with soap. Don't worry, let me wipe it out with this napkin," said Arjun with a repenting voice.

She took some white staffs from his head between her two palms and rubbed then smelled and she could sense the hard smell of his smegma was emitting from her palms. The smell felt more erotic to her and she inhaled deeply onto her nostrils.

She said, "No, need for napkin, I will clean your head with my tongue."

"What?"Arjun exclaimed in a surprising voice.

He rested one hand on her shoulder as she continued to flutter the short whip of her tongue over the head to clean the white stuffs. She sniffed her palms once again. She didn't rush, Ashmita stroked broad mushroom head from tip to balls, her thumb applying just the right amount of pressure to the vein running underneath. His hips thrust against her fist. Her mouth and fingers wandered over his torso, daring to go lower. He clenched his hands at her back. Something cold touched his left calf, and then slowly slid up the inside of his leg. A shiver undulated his body, but he refrained from touching her. Playing her fingers over his sweat slicked shaft, she settled her mouth on his erection lying between his two legs, pushing in a most delicious way. When her lips closed over the head of his cock, his fingers curled in her short, dark hair. She tossed his hand aside and straightened with a frosty glare. She tilted her head to the side and quirked a brow. Her riding crop never stopped moving over his skin.

Up and down the inside of each thigh, over his scrotum, along his shaft, and back again. Licking it up, she took the hard length back into her mouth. One hand worked the base of the cock while the other continued to minister to his ever-tightening sac. Both of Arjun's hands caressed the top of her head, his voice urging her on with low-voiced praise. His stomach heaved with increasingly harsh breaths as his climax built.

Knowing the effect she was having spurred her to pick up speed. She sucked and laved with short, fast bobs of her head. She pressed her forefinger into the skin stretched between his balls and anus, tickling his prostate in rhythm to her oral feasting. The warmness of her tongue, the heat of her hand, and her stroking up and down his shaft sent wisps of silvery lightening through his veins. She kept his movements slow and deliberate, when all he wanted to do was hurry to reach an ejaculation.

As if sensing his thoughts, she squeezed his shoulder and leaned close. "Nice and slow, lover. No need to rush a good thing, so soon? No, control yourself," she said with a warm chuckle, in that husky voice she again said," What a stud!"

Arjun closed his eyes and said," If you keep teasing me like this definitely you'll get your due."

"I know, lover, that's why I keep doing it." She smiled.

Arjun looked down at her strong back, at the junction between the contours of her shoulders demarked by the straps of her brassiere and the elaborately decorated instrument panel of this lady, between her thick buttocks. She murmured her delight when a pearl of pre-cum peeked out. A milky drop of lubrication oozed around the thick ring that protruded from his cock, tempting her. She stepped closer, her hand on his shaft, positioning the thick, ruddy corona between her waiting lips. When she tongued him, sampling the salty slick fluid, pressure began to build again. He wanted to ejaculate inside her mouth.

The quiver of his thighs, the quickness of his breath, and the hardening clasp of his fingers told her that he was near his climax. Redoubling her efforts, she braced for the splash of semen. When it hit the back of her throat, a hot and eager testament to her success, she swallowed with greedy gulps, happy to have given this slum guy of his heavenly pleasure. Above her, Arjun swore and rocked forward. His hands were still entangled in her hair, twisting and tugging. She didn't mind. When the wave was subsided, Ashmita thought he was finished so she withdrew his cock from her mouth still gripping it with her wrist. My God! All of a sudden, he released one-liners of last remaining sperm up her forearm, splashed to her entire face. Ashmita squeezed the last semi-painful droplets of his orgasm out on her curled fingers. She wiped his cum from her face, licked and swallowed. Again, she licked the rest cum of his from her forearm and fingers. With a delicate tug, she released his cock and sat back comfortably on the bench. She looked up at him with a smile.

He looked back at her with eyes at half-mast. "You swallowed!" he said in an almost accusatory tone.

She licked her lips and winked. He shook his head, "No woman has ever done that for me before."

"Given you a blow job?"she asked.

He chuckled, "No, swallowed."

"Did you enjoy your new lesson, dear?"Arjun asked.

"Yes, teacher, very much," she smiled.

Then there was an announcement in sound box, "Ladies and Gentlemen, now we have almost reached the destination. Please prepare yourself to get off from the boat. All of you are requested to board the boat after two hours and occupy your previous assigned seats. Thank you, enjoy the Elephanta caves."

Both of them put on their dresses properly. The boat became steady with a light jerk and they unlatched the door and came outside.

Both Arjun and Ashmita walked from the beach towards the island, holding each other's hands just like a couple on their honeymoon. The island had two groups of rock-cut caves, hewn from solid basalt rock up a hillside. The larger group of caves, which consists of five caves on the western hill of the island, was well known for its Hindu sculptures, and this site was a UNESCO world heritage site. They purchased the entry tickets to go inside the site. They headed towards the larger group of caves, which consisted of five caves on the western hill on foot as it was a walkable distance of 1.0 K.M.from there. They saw a lot of stalls en route with sellers selling their wares. At the main entrance, there were four pillars, with three open porticoes and an aisle at the back. Pillars, six in each row, divided the hall into a series of smaller chambers. The roof of the hall had concealed beams supported by stone columns joined together by capitals. The temple was enclosed in the cave; it had interior walls but no exterior wall. The pillars created space and symmetric rhythm as they supported the weight of the hill above. The caves themselves were pretty. The Elephanta Caves contained rock-cut stone sculptures and t these dated to between the 5th and 9th centuries.

The inside of the cave was as usual dark. While visiting the second cave, Arjun led her to a secluded place, he felt so romantic that he embraced Ashmita tightly, unveiled her face, and started kissing her face and lips passionately.

"Hey, Arjun! Are you gone crazy? People are nearby, the tourists could watch us! You naughty boy, leave me," she pushed him affectionately.

After visiting 3 caves, they found all the caves are the same and alike so they were not much enthused to visit other caves. By this time, both were tired.

Ashmita was feeling hungry and said, "Arjun, let us have our lunch."

There were quite a few hotels, including an MTDC (Maharashtra Tourism Development Corporation) one. They went inside the MTDC hotel. Ashmita unveiled her face. The local cuisine consisted of Maharashtrian food and fish thali. While they sat, the young steward came forward to them; the steward was very impressed with the enchanting beauty of Ashmita.

The young steward had never seen such a beautiful Muslim woman. With a smile, he suggested, "Madam, the fishes caught by the villagers of this island are fresh. So, I suggest you have a fish thali (Along with Rice and other items, fish is the main dish)."

"OK, along with this, you please bring a Vada pav (Mumbai Burger)," Ashmita placed the order.

After finishing their lunch, Ashmita casually asked the steward, "Apart from these caves, are there any other places to see?"

"Madam, why don't you visit the lake and garden near the caves? Usually, people don't visit that site and after visiting the caves, they return to the ferry. If you go, near the entrance of the caves, you will find the entrance ticket counter on the left side. Instead of heading to the caves directly, take the left by the side of the ticket counter and you will find a proper concrete path with lots of trees on both sides and you will notice a lake signboard, "suggested the steward.

They left the hotel and headed towards the lake. It was a beautiful lake surrounded by a garden. They spent a few moments and then entered the garden. Few ideas were creeping up in the mind of Arjun. They went near the far corner of the garden where there was a big tree. Under the shadow of that big tree, they could see a dense plantation of yellow sunflowers over an area of around 2500 square feet area. Those rising sunflower plants were up to the height of 5 feet, surrounded by the shrubs of other flower plants. If a person would hide amongst these sunflower plants, he could not be seen easily by others from the outside Arjun thought. Arjun led her to the inside, carefully, keeping aside the long plants of sunflowers not to break them.

Ashmita stopped for a moment and said, "Arjun, where are you leading me? I think that is not the way to go ahead."

"You just follow me," he gave an order.

Silently, she followed him, after going some distance; luckily they found a gap amongst the sunflower plants, which was a little grassy place where two persons could lie easily. Arjun stopped there and smiled at her.

"Ash, due to congested place in the boat, although I have fingered your pussy but I have not seen your pussy clearly. I want to see your pussy now, here. Could you please?" he requested.

"What? Among the public! Are you gone nuts? Arjun, come to your sense, you crazy boy," she said in a surprising voice.

"Don't worry, Ash! Nobody could see us from the outside. Be rest assured!" he said in a confidence.

"Go and lie down on the grass ground," he ordered.

There was no alternative for Ashmita; she lay down on the little grassy place.

It was a little damp earth. When she lay on the grass, she felt that her skirt didn't get muddy or dirty but she felt dampness, a little wet ground due to moisture of grass caused by dew drops. She assumed that if at all her skirt or her buttocks would get a little dampness; it would dry up within a minute.

Then she heard his voice, "Ash, you also unbutton your upper portion of the dress and remove your bra."

With a quick look around and a deep breath, she unbuttoned the chest portion of the burqa and it was fully open revealing only her black lacy bra with bulging breasts. She unhooked her bra and completely removed it from her body and her two-round heavy breasts popped out. Then she raised her skirt of burqa up to her waist and spread her legs wide. Ashmita blushed and looked away when she noticed Arjun staring at her breasts intently. Arjun immediately came forward between her legs, he bent down, his hands slid up her thighs and his fingers curled around the waistband of her black panties and he pulled them down.

"Good," he murmured, sliding her panties down over her calves, over her feet. He picked out her bra along with the panties, examined them, and sniffed them with a deep inhale, feeling the fresh fragrance of her pussy and breasts.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! What's this fellow doing with her undergarments?" she exclaimed with surprise.

Then he put them in his pants pocket and then turned his attention back to her. His palms pressed against her thighs, easing them apart.

The need to please him filled her body. Ashmita lay down and watched Arjun as he unbuckled his pants and whipped off his shirt. Now, he was only with a Ganji and his briefs. There was a tent rising above his briefs. She stared down his body, taking in every line and muscle. She'd been with two men in her life and had borne two children from them, apart from Ramu and Muthu but still, she was insatiable. She wanted to taste different male bodies and this slum dweller would be a feather in her cap.

"I'll give you everything you'd ever want. All you have to do is ask, and you can have it," he said. He pushed her hair off her shoulder, his fingers caressing her skin.

He pulled her down and kissed her with so much passion that he took her breath away. She wanted him to wrap his arms around her and never let go. The love and lust she felt for him were more than she could explain. It didn't matter that he loved her or not, and he just wanted to fuck the white body of a rich lady which was beyond his dreams. She had more than enough love for him at this moment. Arjun moved down her body, his tongue licking each of her nipples before going to her tummy. His fingers feathered over her hips, her stomach. Her muscles danced under his touch. Ashmita plunged her fingers back into all that black hair of his, she whimpered and her hips pressed up to meet his hands. Arjun slid his hand between her legs again, velvet slick against the wetness there. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she groaned. She felt like she was coming apart, and he hadn't even gotten inside her yet.

"Arjun," she whispered. "Please."

"Hush, baby. Look at me, "he said.

Ashmita opened her eyes; saw him watching her with a hooded expression. He knelt between her legs, his briefs tight across powerful thighs with the throbbing tent.

"Don't move," he said, sliding his hands around her calves. The heat of his skin was shocking to her. He pushed her knees up, her feet flat on his shoulders. "Let me take care of what's mine, "he said.

Ashmita wanted to run and escape from the real world of her daughter Arpita and her husband Bhashkar. Watching his face framed by honesty and simple looking, this powerful young man putting her at the center of his universe for these few minutes, yes, she wanted to fucking run from her real world to the world of this slum dweller. His eyes trapped her, held her in place, as he leaned forward, dipping his head.

She had never done this before in public. A new thrill, a new sensation which she craved for a long time and was going to be fulfilled now. Arjun was something different from others even different from Muthu.

"You're shaking," he said softly. His hands hadn't stopped moving up her legs, over her hips, his palms tracing the curve of her waist, her ribs.

"Are you okay? Do I need to slow down?" he asked.

Asmita shook her head.

"Tell me if I do," he said, "Tell me if something changes. Any time. Okay?" he again said.

She nodded.

"Say the words," he insisted.

"I'm okay," she whispered, "I'll tell you if I'm not."

He smiled, "Good girl. Thank you."

His hands dragged back down her stomach, up her thighs, and he pressed her knees farther apart. The cool air touched her wet skin. He slid his knees back, lowering towards her, curling his arms around her hips, all in one fluid motion, all grace, and power. He spread her legs open. He pushed her knees up and wide open giving him full access to her bare cunt. He sat down between her spread thighs, leaned forward, and looked at Ashmita's exposed pussy.

Her pussy was completely hidden by the dense black pubic hair. Waaaooo! Arjun always liked hairy pussy. He kept aside the pubic hairlines which were stretched downwards on both sides of her vulva to trace out her pussy. There was a long deep line between her puffy vulva and he spread the vulva lips. He could see the blackish-brown inner lips stretching out inside. The lips were wet with her juice.

Further, he wide opened the inner lips and could see her small landing strip right above her sweet inner cunt lips; her hard little bud was swollen and throbbing. Arjun glanced downwards and could see the door of the vagina was opened and it was pink and pink everywhere inside. Then he saw the little cunt hole at the far end between pink pussy walls. Arjun had never seen such a marvelous pussy ever in his life. Really, the pussy of a rich lady was quite different from that of a poor woman or a beggar woman of the slum. He paused for a few seconds to take in the scent of her pussy. Ashmita was already so excited that she was raising her wet pussy trying to get him to kiss it. He blew lightly on her hot pussy, and she moaned in response.

Arjun then knelt, buried his face in her pussy, nuzzling at first. His sprouting beard was a little rough on the insides of her thighs. Ashmita cried out at the abruptness of the sensation. He tongued her cunt. With his lips, then his tongue, he struck fire as his tongue traced the contour of her cunt. Incredibly, arousal curled around her surrounded her, he made her forget the satiated state of lethargy that had claimed her moments earlier. The first brush of his lips against her was electric: she jerked as if she had been shocked, and his arms tightened around her. Ashmita was staring down at him, in surprise, in awe, in...she didn't know, she didn't know anything right then and he looked up at her, those eyes almost black. His fingers pressed into her hips, into that sensitive spot between thigh and labia, and the noise she made was only barely human. He was licking her clit. His tongue glided through her flesh and made her want to scream.

She had to cry out in astonishment, in gratitude at being touched in that right place. Somehow, it would always make her grateful when a man finds the right place.

"I love how sensitive you are, "he said and she could feel the heat of his breath with his tongue, "And how sweet you taste!"

No one had given her oral sex like this before, and Arjun was making her burst with the constant pleasure he was creating inside her. He pushed two fingers inside her.

"Fuck, you're very tight," he said.

She blushed and watched his head move up and down her slit, his fingers opening her cunt. She knew her cum would be spilling out of her. She was so turned on by what he was doing. He was dragging her cunt lips with careful tongue, the heat swung through her, pleasure crawling through her belly, spreading through her hips. His nose brushed her clit, and her back arched so sharply he dug his fingers into her thighs to keep her steady. And instead of backing off, instead of letting her breathe, he turned the full attention of his mouth to it, holding tight onto, following the movement of her hips. Every muscle in her body was flexed and hard against him, against her bonds, the pressure ratcheted up too tight and hot in her midsection. She curled up into a ball, wrapped her arms and legs around him. She wanted his grip to bruise her. She wanted to come so bad she could barely think.

Arjun uncurled one arm from around her hip, and Ashmita felt his fingers brush her ass, under his chin. His tongue dragged up the length of her cunt lips, fingers following the trail, pushing into her at the same time he sucked his clit into his mouth. Her cry was sharp and loud and made her acutely aware of the near-silence around the surroundings, of the sounds she was making, and he smiled against her cunt and flipped his hand over, palm up, and curled his fingers.

"Shit," she breathed, "Arjun, God--"

The rhythm was incessant, insistent. He lifted his head, letting his thumb take over where his mouth had been. She grabbed fistfuls of his hair and shoved his face farther into her depths. He let his hands roam up to her breasts and grabbed hold. She groaned at his touch and bucked her hips slightly. Her continuing to scream his name only encouraged him more and he could not stop. She licked her lips just as I began to lick her hard little clit. She squealed with delight as his tongue flicked across her sensitive bud, and she pulled his head deeper into her excited pussy.​