Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

Ashmita groaned, her mouth filled with his thick, long cock, his balls brushing her face. She took him deeper into her mouth and bucked her hips under his face as she soared towards a wild orgasm. She was on its brink when he stopped and rolled off her. She moaned in frustration and dismay and pleasure, pleased that he had bothered to care about her at all. Grinning, he turned around between her thighs, pulling them wide, and leaned over her.

"Real hot piece of ass, aren't you? Right randy little bint!" he said.

"Yes!" she gasped. "God yes!" She took his cock in her hand and guided it to her cunt, moaning at the heat of his cock-head at her cunt-lips.

"Fuck me!" she whimpered, her face glowing with passion, "Fuck me, lover! Shove it in!"

The poor Rickshaw driver groaned, transfixed by her loveliness and sexiness. He bent over her on outstretched arms, his knees levering her thighs apart, and slowly flexed his buttocks and sank his hips. His cock-head popped into her cunt. Ashmita gasped softly, arching her body, tilting her face upward, craning her neck, thrusting her breasts upward, and biting her lower lip. She clenched his thick biceps and slowly arched her hips upward. Her cunt contracted eagerly on his penis.

"Yes!" she gasped, "That's so good, baby! C'mon... shove it in... I want it all... yes! Shove it right in, baby! All the way! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, uhhh yes! That's it! Oh god, that's so good!"

His eyes never left her face. He groaned and slowly sank his cock into the wonderfully, hot, tight, wet fissure of her cunt. His muscles corded in tension, his shoulders rippling and flexing and hunching powerfully, his head arching back, his buttocks flexing taut as he went in and in and in, driving his cock into her cunt till he was fully embedded in her flesh. Her cunt was divine, convulsed greedily on his throbbing erection, its wet heat engulfing his being.

Beneath him, Ashmita gasped and arched steeply, chewing her lower lip, her fingers digging into the thickly bunched biceps and triceps of his outstretched arms. Her legs split wider still, affording him deeper access and her hips rose to meet his in descent, her cunt grinding up to swallow the intruder. She wound her legs about the backs of his thighs. Their groins pressed together, squirming hotly.

"Oh baby yes!" she gasped, "That's so good... God... you're so sexy... I want it... I want it all... I want it hard... fuck me, lover... fuck me like a whore... take me hard! Just don't stop... fucking me..."

She was incredible. Sachin's mind whirled in excitement and lust. He groaned and began to fuck her slowly and heavily and deeply. He swung his hips up and down and back and forth in a measured, even tempo, flexing and unflexing his taut buttocks alternately. His chock slid in and out and in and out of her cunt like a mechanized piston, glistening and gleaming with their comingled coital juices. It felt wonderful to have the hot, hard, thick-veined shaft pulverizing her molten cunt-flesh, mashing and scraping over her inflamed clitoris, invading her body again and again.

"Ohhhh uhhh yes!"Ashmita hissed in pleasure, her head flipping wantonly from side to side, "Oh baby yes... that's so good... keep fucking me... yes... like that... Mmm, ohhh, yes... that's wonderful... shove it in again... Aahhhhh uhh, yes... oh yes... deeper, baby... Aahhhhhhuhh, Oh God, yes! That's it! Ohh baby yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, lover! Fuck me! I want it!"

Her cunt was a hot vortex of cramping, convulsing delight. The man powered his cock in and out of her cunt, reveling in the heat and tightness of her cunt and his ability to continue seemingly without tiring or losing control. He felt good, strong and virile, and very macho, as though he could fuck her all night and keep going even after. He kept up a steady rhythm, taking his time, in no hurry to finish with her.

"Yes!" he gasped, "Take it, slut! Take it! Fuck... yes... take it all, whore... c'mon bitch... takes it... ohh fuck yes... that's it... mm, that's good... yes... squeeze it, bitch... yes... that's it... squeeze it with your cunt! Harder bitch! Ohh yeh! That's it!"

Suddenly, with a wriggle and a twist he couldn't understand, the woman pulled him down and turned him over on his back and bent over him astride his hips, her cunt impaled on his cock, all without once letting him slip out of her. He gasped and arched up under her, squeezing her pendulous, swollen breasts, marveling at the perfection of their size and weight, and shape. She bent and kissed him, her hips grinding sexily on his groin, churning her cunt with his cock. Rearing up on her arms, she smiled down at him.

"I don't want to come so soon," she murmured.

"Neither do I," he grinned.

"Good," she smiled. "We'll have fun."

She threw her head back and began to buck and rock heavily on his lap, lifting her cunt up along the length of his cock, and then forcing it back down again. He grunted and moved with her, heaving and bucking and pumping his hips rhythmically under her. She moaned and arched her tongue sexily over her upper lip.

"Mm... yes... god I love your cock in my slit!" she murmured.

Her hips gyrated and twisted as she spiraled her cunt down on his penis. The feeling was incredible and her cunt convulsed and contracted in a frenzy of its own on his throbbing erection. The Rickshaw driver pumped his hips up and down under the sexy, irresistible woman, fondling her breasts, pinching and tweaking her nipples. She groaned her face radiant with lust and, twisting around, reached behind to cup and squeezed his balls. He gripped her buttocks, squeezed them open, and pressed his finger to her anus. She shuddered, rearing upright on his lap, her hands sliding up her body to lift and squeeze her breasts. He watched her, immensely turned on by her actions.

"Yes!" she groaned. "Oh fuck yes! That's so good, lover! Fuck me! Ohhhh uhhh yes! Oh God, your cock's so good in my cunt! Ohhhhh uhhh yes! Oh maa, uhhh ahhhh uhhh yes!"

"Take it!" he grunted, tossing her on his lap, forcing her to move faster.

"C'mon, you fucking slut! Take it!" he cried.

Goading each other, they began moving faster, their bodies rocking and swinging together. She fell forward on outstretched arms and began bucking and bouncing her hips over his. Her buttocks flexed and unflexed and her cunt rose and fell along the long stem of his penis. Her breasts tossed and jumped and her gold necklace danced, slapping on her tawny skin. The Rickshaw driver noticed the sexy little marks on her flesh; there was one between her breasts, too.

This time, it was he who stopped. He drew her cunt down and pulled her down on him, her breasts hot and heavy on his chest. She bent her head and kissed him hard, pushing her tongue sexily in and out of her mouth.

"Now," he grunted. "I want you from behind."

"In my ass?" she asked in a surprising voice.

"Whore, not in your ass, from behind in doggy position," he said.

She slipped off his cock and pulled some of their clothes towards her. She knelt on them and leaned forward with more fabric protecting her forearms from the rough tarpaulin. Her heavy breasts hung pendulous and her gold necklace and mangal sutra swayed against her chin. The Rickshaw driver was behind her and now he dropped in a low squat astride her hips and pushed his cock between her buttocks. Ashmita moaned as she felt it slip past her puckered, taut anus and to her cunt. He grunted and squeezed its throbbing length into her cunt slowly and smoothly and deeply. Ashmita moaned, her head lifting, her eyes fluttering shut, her mouth opening, lurching forward as the huge cock surged into her cunt.

She writhed her buttocks against his crotch, squeezing his penis with her strong cunt muscles. The man grunted. His fingertips in the small of her back he began fucking her slowly and heavily and deeply with a steady but accelerating rhythm. Ashmita whimpered her pleasure. Her body rocked and jerked under his thrusts. His buttocks flexed and unflexed and his hips swung back and forth and up and down. His cock glistened as it ran in and out of her cunt.

"Ohhhuhh, yes! Ohhanh uhhh yes!" she gasped, "Yes! Ohhhh, yes, baby, yes! Fuck me! Yes! Ohhhhhhhh uhhh, yes! Shove it in deeper, stud! Ahhhh, yes! That's it... c'mon... shove it right in... all the way! Ahhhhhh uhhh, yes, Oh God yes... that's so good... c'mon... fuck me! Fuck me hard! Yes! That's it! Harder! C'mon! Do it! Yes!"

Her words and cries thrilled him. He moved faster and faster, hammering his hips at her buttocks with loud slaps, his balls bouncing off her cunt-lips, ramming and reaming his cock in and out of her cunt. Her body jerked and snapped violently under his thrusts. He savaged her slit, thrusting and pounding and plunging madly in and out of her flesh, his mind in a whirl, and his loins ablaze with an uncontainable lust-fire.

"Now!" she gasped suddenly, "Take my ass now! C'mon! Do it!"

He jerked out of her and she moaned and sank forward in a steep squatting pose, her face turned on its side on the ground, her shoulders pressed to it, her buttocks thrust back. Thrusting her hands back, she pulled her buttocks open and exposed the puckered flesh of her anus to him.

"Your saliva!" she gasped. "Use that in my ass!"

The Rickshaw driver stared, then spit a lot in his palm.

"Give me a hit," she grunted.

He pressed his palm full of saliva in the open end to her anus. Her sphincter yielded. He squeezed it. She gasped, going rigid, clawing at her buttocks with the bubbles of his spit, her face twisting in joy.

"Now!" she cried. "Fuck my butt, lover! Shove your cock into it!"

The man was overwhelmed, out of control. He gasped as the aphrodisiac surged through his body.

Before him, Ashmita moaned, her buttocks swaying and writhing, open in eager anticipation. "Do it," she groaned, "I want it! Come on! Quickly!"

The man pressed his cock-head to her anus. It met no resistance. He flexed his buttocks and pressed forward. His cock-head popped into her anus. Ashmita moaned in pleasure, writhing frantically on the floor.

"More!" she gasped, "Shove it all in baby! Come on! Bugger me! Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard!"

The man felt dizzy. The saliva was lubricant and an aphrodisiac. His cock throbbed and burned. The jizz in his loins clamored for release. He dug his fingers into her hips and squeezed his cock heavily into her tight rear channel. Ashmita cried out as the huge penis crushed through her anus. Her face contorted and twisted in a rictus of unbridled pleasure. Her hands flew up and clawed at the clothes under her breasts. She squeezed her breasts frantically in her hands. In and in the man went, incredulous at her ability to take his entire cock, all of it, into her anus.

Ashmita's breath came in heaving, wracked sobs. Her face was twisted in an agony of lust, her mouth torn open, her eyes screwed shut, her lips snapped back over her perfect, pearly teeth. Her back twisted and writhed under him, her buttocks squirming against his crotch, her anus deeply impaled by his throbbing penis. He flexed his buttocks tautly, pressed his hips to her buttocks and, flinging his head back, and groaned loudly, wincing as her anus contracted fiercely on his erection.

"Oh maa, Uh, ohh maa," she sobbed, her voice sexily ragged and hoarse, "Yes uhhoh, yes... oh God yes... do it! Oh, maa... c'mon... please!"

The man moaned and began to sodomize the woman slowly and heavily and thoroughly. He slid his cock out of her, moving his hips back, and then slid into her again in a long, deep, skewering thrust. Again and again, he drew out and thrust in, drew out and thrust in. Beneath him, Ashmita whimpered and gasped and sobbed in joy, egging him on with a litany of guttural obscenities.

The man continued fucking her ass, his muscles rippling and cording in tension, his belly sucking inward. Ashmita thrust a hand into her crotch and began masturbating, curling a slender finger into her slit and jabbing it in and out, knuckling her rigid, gorged clitoris. On and on he went and then she lost control. She came hard, gasping, the breath hissing from her throat.

Her cunt convulsed on her finger and her anus cramped on his penis. The man gasped, winced, moaned, and forced his cock into her again, once, twice, three, four times. Each thrust made her moan and cry out. The heat in his loins was unbearable. He gasped, trying to stem the flood, but it was no use. The heat surged up and out and he moaned in relief as it spurted from his cock-head and out into her tight, clonic anus. Ashmita gasped in pleasure and joy when she felt the sharp sticky sting of his spoot flooding her anus. His load was copious, assisted by the high dosage of the powerful aphrodisiacs and he kept coming. He slid out of her anus, his cock still spurting jizz, and dribbled it on her buttocks and in the cleft between them.

"Fuck yes!" he grunted. "Oh fuck that's good, but I am yet to finish, I think I have some remaining cum in my balls, ready to come out."

He flicked her hand away and, with a moan of relief, sank his cock smoothly and deeply into her cunt again. Ashmita groaned, lurching forward on the tarpaulin, her chest heaving, her buttocks swaying and writhing, her body trembling. The man fucked her cunt slowly and heavily for a few minutes, emptying his awesome load into her slit. At last, it ended and he slid out of her and sank back on his haunches behind her. Ashmita's body collapsed on the tarpaulin. She whimpered, her back and chest heaving, her breathing ragged. He groaned, his chest heaving, too, his pulse still hammering.

He had never known such incredible fucking. Slowly, she steadied herself and turned around and smiled wantonly at him, her eyes dancing. The evening was approaching and it was twilight on the horizon, the surroundings getting slightly dark.

"That was lovely. Thank you," she murmured.

He bent over and kissed her. "You're fantastic, babe," he said," Incredible."

"So are you," she giggled, her fingers working his cock, "What's the time?"

He looked at his watch, "Six-thirty."

Then both of them were startled when they heard the voice of Arjun behind them, "Marvellous fucking of both of you, I have never witnessed such a lovely scene ever in my life not even in porn movies."

"When did you come?" asked Ashmita.

"Since from your starting to end," Arjun smiled.

"Now, Sachin, are you happy?" asked Arjun.

Sachin did not utter any words, simple he smiled at him and nodded his head.

"Was it your plan to fuck me intentionally?" asked Ashmita.

"It was initially, but the poor Sachin was unaware of my second plan as he was drunk and I put you on his lap so that he could get a chance to fuck you, "revealed Arjun.

"You both are naughty, "smiled Ashmita.

"It is getting dark and after a while, this area will be crowded by unknown people, let us leave the place immediately," suggested Sachin.

"Ash, when do I get a next chance to fuck you?" asked Sachin.

She got up, got into her clothes quickly, and grinned, "Give me your address. I'm at this place for a few more days. I will call you through Arjun."

Sachin laughed as he dressed. They hurried down to the Auto-Rickshaws.

"OK, Ash, I have to leave you both as I have to go in a different way from here," said Sachin and ignited the engine of his Rickshaw.

Ashmita sat inside the Auto-Rickshaw of Arjun. He gunned the engine and the Rickshaw shot out of the dark lane. The Rickshaw crossed this haunted area and after a few minutes, they reached the residential area illuminated with bright light and again with the noisy crowd.

On the way, Ashmita said, "Arjun, why don't you stop the Rickshaw near some cafe?"

Both of them were having some snacks and coffee. The cafe was crowded as it was evening.

"Ash, you have had a nice day. Isn't it? "said Arjun.

"Once I reach the house, the night will be lonely without anybody and I will feel more pain and torment memorizing all the events of the day, "replied Ashmita with a grim face.

"Why? Your husband and his second wife would be there?" he asked.

"No, tonight they will be enjoying in a houseboat near Gateway of India," she replied.

"Ash, may I suggest you something? As you said in the morning that you were interested to visit a lonely, calm and quiet sea beach and wanted to spend a moonlit night on such a beach. Further, you said that you also wanted to visit our slum area. There is a beach named Kalamb beach which is very calm and quiet and there is hardly any public access. That's a beautiful beach with a serene atmosphere and it is enjoyable, particularly at night. Fortunately, our slum is located near this beach. What I suggest you that instead of spending a lonely night at your house you can visit our slum as well as spend a night at Kalamb beach accompanied by me," said Arjun.

Ashmita thought for a moment, her eyes widened with a thrill, "Really! It's a good idea. I will visit with you but I will return in the morning before my husband returns."

"Don't worry! That's my responsibility," assured Arjun.

"Then, let us move quickly as my friend and room partner Bhiku must be waiting for me as we have to cook for dinner," he further said.

"You need not worry about the dinner, I will buy a dinner for both of you, "smiled Ashmita.

The Auto-Rickshaw stopped near a restaurant. They got chicken, chapatis and other food items for dinner packed and headed towards Arjun's slum. Through many narrow streets at Nala Sopara, the Auto-Rickshaw entered the area of slum. Through the headlights of the Rickshaw, Ashmita could see in her left side a big drain approximately a 10 feet wide drain, which was the main drain of the Nala Sopara area and it was carrying all the drain waters towards the nearby sea.

The stench smell of the drain hit her. It was the end area of the Nala Sopara area. Some 30 numbers cramped cottages or these could be called dilapidated mud huts, Roof with torn pieces of plastics, scraps of wood, gunny sacks, metal, or some sort of waste materials with shacks made of cardboard and tin sheets were located on both sides of the Drain.

A narrow road was passing nearby and heaps of garbage fell beside it where naked children were running and playing. The heavy drain smell of dirty stagnates sewage water was spreading the entire area coming from the clogged drain. Flies and mosquitoes were flying everywhere. Ashmita felt nauseatic and felt for a moment she would vomit then and there but with much difficulty, she controlled herself and covered her nostrils with her handkerchief. Dim lit of lamps was visible from some cottages. Some of the women in torn clothes and half-naked manner were cooking outside with firewood and some with coal ovens and smoke was rising from everywhere. Ashmita's eyes got burnt sensation and tears were coming out from her eyes. The few persons who appeared on the road were completely drunk. Nobody paid any attention to them. Then their Auto-Rickshaw stopped near a hut. Ashmita could see a dim lamp light inside.

"Ash, get down, this is the palace of mine," Arjun smiled and ushered her inside the hut.

Bhiku was waiting for Arjun. He was a strong young man of 25 years with bulged muscles as he was a manual laborer. He was bare in his upper body and wore only shorts. He was planning what to cook for the dinner and was waiting for Arjun. Today, he brought a bottle of cheap wine so that both of them would consume it before going to bed. At that moment, he heard the stopping of an engine of Auto-Rickshaw in front of their hut, He was pleased that at least Arjun had arrived as he was feeling bored alone.

He heard the footsteps and without looking he said, "Arjun, today, you are late!"

Then when he looked forward, he stopped for a moment seeing a female clad in Burqa. "Waaaaoooo, after a long time, you have brought a Muslim prostitute, I hope she must be beautiful."

"SSShhhhhh," Arjun whispered in his ear and briefed him everything in a nutshell.

Ashmita could see them whispering with each other and the other half-naked man turned his face towards her and spread an outdated newspaper on the floor. With a smile and in a polite manner, the man turned his face towards her and said, "Sorry, Madam, please come to this side and sit here."

Bhiku was a tall, dark, muscular man with lean, craggy, macho features as he was a manual laborer. He was deep black in color complexion and seemed like a negro. He had a long, fine nose, a wide, slim-lipped mouth, strong, white, even teeth, and dark, deep eyes. His hair was thick and cropped short, and his ears lay very flat against his head. He had thick mustaches over his upper lip, his jaw was square and hard with a strong chin, and his cheeks were sexily hollowed.

He had a deep, dry voice. His body was terrific, long-limbed and strong, with broad shoulders slashing to a narrow waist and high hips and flat belly, hard as a rock. His chest was broad and deeply cleaved with powerful pectoral, his small, dark stiff nipples pulled wide and low on either side of his depilated armpits. She could see dense hair under his armpits but his torso was hairless. His buttocks were trim and taut and his legs and arms bulged with muscle. He was something that Ashmita found very sexy than Arjun.

Ashmita then glanced towards the inside of the hut. The length of the hut was around 15 feet with 10 feet width. The floor and the four walls were made of mud structure and the roof was made of tin and old sheets of plastics and tarpaulin and held up by a couple of long bamboo and wooden pieces. She could see a big torn tarpaulin covered with a plastic sheet spread in a corner of the hut which served as a bed for these two. There was a big earthen pot placed in the other corner of the hut that served as the container of drinking water. There were few cooking utensils and plates and cups of china clay were there near the water pot. Their clothes were hanging above through a thin plastic rope. Ashmita really felt sympathy for these two and understood the conditions of the poverty they were living through. She felt in her heart that the rich like her were enjoying every aspect of life but these poor people! Didn't have the right to live properly with the basic requirements of life! Didn't they deserve to fuck a rich lady or fuck a beautiful white-skinned woman like her? She was right in her decision to let the coconut vendor, Muthu, Arjun, and Sachin to fuck her. These slum dwellers would remember always that once upon a time they had fucked a beautiful and white-skinned woman.

Her thought was diverted when she heard the voice of Arjun, "Ash, why don't you remove your veil completely from your face. Nobody is going to recognize you here."

She unveiled her face completely. Bhiku was shocked to see her and he couldn't believe whether it was a dream or reality. He pinched himself. She was not a woman rather she was a fairy descended to earth, to their hut even the heroines of the Hindi movies would feel shy before her beauty. Bhiku felt as if the inside of their hut was illuminated brightly diminishing the darkness and dim light of the lamp by the glow of her face.

Bhiku couldn't control himself and said, "Madam, I have never witnessed such a beautiful woman like you ever in my life."

"Really, Bhiku! Thank you for your compliments, "she smiled at Bhiku.

Bhiku felt as if his heart would tear into pieces with her smile.

Arjun said, "Bhiku, don't worry about dinner. We have brought the dinner, courtesy of Madam."

"After dinner, we both would accompany Madam to sea beach as she wants to enjoy a moonlit night near the beach and we would spend the whole night there, "said Arjun.

"No matter, we are locals here and everyone in the slum as well as in fishermen's village recognize us so we can roam fearlessly everywhere near the beach. But before that we should enjoy the wine I have brought for you along with the dinner, "smiled Bhiku.

"OK, then prepare everything now," said Arjun.

Then he turned his face towards Ashmita and smiled, "Ash, do you want to appear like a slum woman?"

Ashmita couldn't follow his sentence and just stared at her.

"What I mean is that whole day you are in that black dress covering your entire body and now the inside of your body needs some fresh air," he said and handed her a faded old torn saree, "You can just wrap yourself from your chest to knee just like women living here. Even whoever sees you here now would think you as a woman of the slum."

"Waaoooo, so nice. Sure, I want to turn myself like a slum woman tonight," she smiled and accepted the torn saree.

Arjun could see her hesitating to remove her entire dress and change into that torn saree. He realized that she was feeling shy before Bhiku. Arjun said, "Ash, there is no need to be shy before Bhiku as he is our friend. You can change your dress comfortably before him."

Bhiku was astonished to hear their conversation. Of late, he was also surprised to find Arjun addressing her by her name 'Ash 'instead of 'Madam' as she belonged to a rich and aristocratic family. Whether Arjun had fucked her and made her as his woman? Why did she come to a slum to spend a night with them, to get fucked by them? Maybe Arjun had not fucked her and induced her to come to the slum so that he could fuck her tonight! A lot of questions came to his mind but he preferred to be silent and wanted to see the next proceedings.

Then he saw Ashmita removing her black Burqa completely from her body and now she was only with her black bra and panties. Bhiku was shocked to see her marvelous and marble white smooth body in contrast with her black bra and panties. She was looking so seductive, her white body was glazing in the dim light of the lamp. Her heavy big breasts were bulging and protruded through the cups of her bra which were unable to hold her breasts. Her panties in the crotch area were pushed inside and Bhiku could envisage the shape of her pussy even he could see some of the pubic hairs stuck out by the sides of the narrow leg openings of her panties from where her two thick and fleshy white thighs were protruding out. Bhiku wished he could fuck her then and there, his cock rose into uncontrollable height inside his shorts and the rock-hard one started throbbing. Ashmita wore the saree but unfortunately, one torn portion of the saree was on her chest portion revealing her cleavage from her bra and the other torn portion was just behind her buttocks revealing the panties from her backside.

"Is it ok, Arjun?" she asked.

Arjun said, "Now, you are the queen of the slum."

Then Ashmita looked at Bhiku and could see a big bulge above the crotch area of his shorts. Her eyes met with Arjun and she signed him to look towards that and smiled.

Arjun wanted to tease Bhiku and said, "Bhiku, what happened to you? How could you make a tent inside your shorts?"

Bhiku felt very much embarrassed by his sentence in presence of this beautiful lady as he was unable to hide the bulge and his erected cock was not going to diminish immediately.

"Hey, Arjun, don't make fun of this poor man," Ashmita chided Arjun in a fake manner but with a smile.

All of them sat on the floor, Arjun, and Bhiku in the position of cross-legged Lotus yoga posture whereas Ashmita sat bending her legs behind her. Ashmita was sitting beside Bhiku as her thigh was touching close with his thigh and Bhiku was very happy. All the food items including chicken were placed along with the wine bottle and three glasses in the center. Bhiku started preparing the pegs in three glasses and they started taking drinks along with the eating of foods meant for dinner.

Ashmita started her drinking very slowly as she had a bitter experience of this cheap wine some hours before with Sachin and Arjun. After a while, their dinner was finished and by that time, both Arjun and Bhiku had already finished two glasses of wine whereas Ashmita had finished only one. They all went outside to wash their hands and mouths and Bhiku took all left out plates and cups outside so that those could be cleaned in next morning.

Ashmita said, "Arjun, have you noticed this poor fellow? From the time of changing of my dress till now, he is watching me with a hungry glance to fuck me but he is afraid to approach me."

"Should we play a prank on him?" laughed Arjun and whispered the plan in her ear.

Ashmita removed her panties and bra and kept under her black dress and sat on the floor. After some time, Bhiku came from the outside and sat beside Ashmita, and started preparing pegs.

"No, Bhiku, not for me. I am feeling slightly drunk," said Ashmita.

Both Arjun and Bhiku started taking the wine. After some time, Ashmita said, "Bhiku, I am feeling sleepy, could I sleep on your lap for a while?"

"Sure, Madam. I am at your service, "he said in a pleasing voice as his face brightened with lust.

Ashmita put her head from the side in such a posture that her lips were on his crotch area and she stretched out her legs. Bhiku glanced down and found that her side cheek and lips were exactly on his flaccid cock. Slowly, his cock was rising and becoming hard feeling the soft touch of Ashmita. Ashmita also started a fake snoring. By this time both of them had finished three glasses and were in the middle of their fourth pegs. Arjun thought that he should do more torture to Bhiku as his friend was desperate to fuck her but he could not fuck her in presence of him as he would hesitate definitely. So, it would be better to leave him alone so that he could fuck her comfortably.

"Bhiku, I feel slight intoxication so let me have a brisk walk along the street of the slum. After an hour, I will be back and then we could resume our next drinks, "said Arjun and immediately went outside after closing the door.

Now, both of them were alone inside the hut. He glanced at the sleeping Ashmita, a sleeping beauty he thought. Since Arjun was not there he decided first to have a close survey of her face which was just inches from his face. Her oval face was with high cheekbone, raised long nose, and long eyelashes were perfect as a marble statue. He caressed his hand on her cheek and his hand slipped as it was so soft, smooth, and polished. He kept aside a strand of hairs from her forehead. He watched her lips which were slightly parted like rose petals and had a glimpse of her two white teeth inside.

With an impulse, he kissed softly on her lips. Then Bhiku felt woolen-like softness on his bent ankles and he looked down and saw the naked flesh of her breasts pressed on her ankles. As far as he remembered, before their drinks, she had a bra but now, he was surprised to find she had removed her bra but when? Then she might have removed her panties also, he thought. He had a doubt so he lifted her saree. Ohh, my God! This woman had no panties beneath her saree also as he could see her naked white wide buttocks. Immediately he pulled back the saree else she could wake up. He bent a little and his hand reached towards one of her breasts and he started to fondle softly in such a smooth manner not to wake her up from sleep. He fondled her nipple which he found very hard like a pebble. Ashmita was enjoying everything in her fake sleep. Now, Bhiku was uncontrollable, his hard rock cock was throbbing inside her shorts and beating near the lips of her. He could see she was having a little snore now and in her sleepiness all of a sudden, she grasped her hard cock.

Ohhh, my God! Bhiku gasped, this woman would kill him, she looked so innocent. He was now sure that Arjun had not fucked her at all. Then he felt the woman was massaging her cock slowly. He assumed may be in her dream she was holding some hard object and massaging it. God was very much kind to him tonight he thought and he was God's favorite child tonight as God had given him a chance to enjoy this night with a beautiful woman.

He was feeling a strange sensation of her touch as she had still gripped his hard cock above his shorts and massaging up and down in her dreams. Ashmita then thought the cock she was holding was much bigger and thicker than Arjun and Sachin. It was the right time to get fucked by him. She opened her eyes slowly and found Bhiku gazing upon her face.

She smiled at him and said, "Thank you, Bhiku for letting me a nice sleep on your lap. Where is Arjun?"

"He has gone outside, "he replied and observed that still, she was gripping his hard cock.

Then Ashmita acted in a surprising voice, "What's this, Bhiku? What's this I am holding, a big hard thing!"

Bhiku observed her closely, when she found out what she was holding, she sprang out from his lap and stood up.

"Ohh, my God! Bhiku, I am so sorry, I didn't know that it...," she expressed her regret but at the same time, her face was flushed, reddened with shyness.

"It's OK. It happened due to your deep sleep, maybe you were dreaming, "said Bhiku and watched each expression of her innocent face.

He could well notice that she was feeling very shy to grip his penis. He saw her standing silently with her downcast glance towards the floor and biting her fingers like a shy virgin teen. He was slightly drunk and he thought he should be dared to approach her. This was the opportunity he should take advantage of her and seduce her now in absence of Arjun he thought. He went near to her.

He whispered in her ear, "Did you feel it and like it?"

She nodded silently with consent like a girlish manner still biting her fingers.

"Do you want to see it?" again he whispered.

Again she nodded and Bhiku felt as if he was flying in the sky. He pulled down his shorts and his big cock sprang out, he discarded his shorts completely, and now, he was stark naked flaunting his big cock before her. He noticed the lady was staring at his cock with her bewildered eyes. Ashmita really appreciated his cock which was bigger than Arjun and Sachin as she anticipated and she felt a twitch inside her pussy.

His penis was a glorious nine inches long and correspondingly thick, at least an inch and a half across if not more, before heavy, low balls look like tennis balls. It was a big cock in black body, deep black color, and further surrounded by dense black hairs. He had already pulled the foreskin and she could see his big round head in purple color looked like a plump. His cock was massive, hot and hard, ridged with glorious thick, hard, heavy veins. Bhiku was very pleased to see that the woman was observing his massive cock intently with surprise; most probably she had never witnessed such a big cock like his. He was very happy that he had impressed her with his big cock.

"Do you want to touch it?" again he asked and she nodded her head and extended her hand, gripping it on the base.

"Aaaahhh, it is very hot!"Ashmita withdrew her hand.

"Don't worry, just feel it, "he smiled and pulled her hand to place it on her cock.

Ashmita slowly ran her fingers over his cock, on the bulging veins and Bhiku started moaning excitedly.

"Would you like to sit on my lap again, "he asked.

Ashmita nodded her head.

Bhiku sat on the floor stretching his legs long and signed her to sit on his lap. Ashmita came near to him and acted as if she was feeling too shy and started biting her nails.

"Don't feel shy, come, Madam, sit on my lap before the arrival of Arjun," he said.

"Madam, are you married?" he asked.

She said softly, "Yes."

"Have your husband a big cock?" again he asked.

Ashmita nodded her head and said softly, "He has a very small and timid one."

"Ohhh, now I understand why Arjun has brought you here? To satisfy you! Am I right?" he asked.

Ashmita nodded her head, "He has promised me to satisfy tonight."

Bhiku thought his assumption was right. Still, this rich woman had not been touched by Arjun and he was smarter than Arjun.

"But before Arjun satisfies you, I will satisfy you with my this big cock,"

He saw her hesitation and asked, "What happened?"

"It is very big and thick. I am afraid, "she said in a trembling voice.

"Nothing will happen once it enters inside of you then only you will enjoy, "he encouraged her.

"OK," said Ashmita and sat beside him.

The man groaned as Ashmita bent over his lap, squeezing his rapidly thickening cock between her gorgeous breasts. Ashmita took hold of his throbbing cock, she inhaled the cock, a stench odor was coming out from it as the foreskin had not been washed for quite a long time developing a starch like white substance, and her nose was pressing into his pubic hairs where a stale sweat smell was coming. Her tongue swirled around his cock and she started licking the head. He moaned softly as her magical tongue coiled about his cock-head yet again. He could not resist her. Her lips parted and slid about his pre-cum sticky cock again, sucking with a gentle, insistent pressure, her tongue flicking and rapping at his cock-head, winding about it, her head bobbing slowly over his lap, his cock in her fist.

She rose and smoothly swung one slender, perfectly proportioned limb over his hips, straddling his lap, his cock in her hands sitting on his lap facing him so that he could kiss her and put his tongue inside her mouth. She wanted him deep inside her and she spread her legs, on her feet in a deep squat, slowly impaling herself on his rigid penis, her lovely face arching back, her hands on his dick as her cunt sank down lower and lower still, engulfing his cock deep in her hot flesh. Her shoulders hollowed and she hissed thickly in pleasure. Bhiku fondled her clitoris, her nipples.

She moaned, her head jerking to one side, and began to ride him. She bucked heavily on his lap, her hips rising and falling, going up and down, her hairy cunt sliding up the length of his dick then crashing back again. His penis glistened and gleamed as it emerged and disappeared. He held her buttocks, parted them, and fingered her anus. She yielded and cried out sharply as his finger slid into her asshole.

Faster and faster she bucked, the gold chain and mangal sutra around her neck tossing, her fair body glistening with sweat. Her breasts jiggled and bounced, the nipples painfully erect. His big cock rasped against her inflamed clitoris. She hissed sexily when Bhiku cupped her heavy breasts and squeezed them, rolling them under his palms, and started sucking her nipples one by one. The man bucked under her, drawing his knees up and tossing her on his lap. She cried out, her mouth in a wide 'O' of delight, arching back to fondle and cup his heavy balls.

"Ohhhh, Uhhhhh, Ohhhh, Uhhh!" Ashmita moaned, "Yes, Ohhhh, maa, you bastard, mother fucker... Oh!"

Ohh, this rich lady could also use obscene language whilst being fucked, Bhiku wondered.

"C'mon whore takes it! Take my cock, Uhhhh, Ohhhhuhhh!" he responded.

It was ecstasy, his finger in her anus, now in, now out, his cock in her cunt, filling her to the brim. Gasping, she paused and rose off his penis slowly to turn around with her back to him. She sat across his lap again, her feet on the floor, and, holding his cock in one hand, eased her cunt down on his dick again. He watched fascinated as she maneuvered it in her hand, moving it to her cunt lips, feeding his thick cock head into her cunt with elegant fingers and manicured, shapely fingernails, and moving his penis round and round in her cunt. Then her hot cunt squeezed and clamped on his penis as she jammed it down hard on his cock, taking him whole into her flesh. He gripped her hips and bucked under her, his loins blazing with lust. As he rammed his cock up deep into her cunt, she cried out, the breath whooshing from her throat, her long neck arched, her mouth jerking wide open.

"Ohhh, maa, Uhhh, yes, fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Ashmita cried, bucking and jerking in frenzy on his enormous penis.​