Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

Her lips writhed and she screamed, "Aghhhhhhhhh!" at the top of her voice as she orgasmed.

The noise of her scream added to her pleasure and her vaginal walls undulated even more strongly against his pumping cock. She received him into her, like a calf sucking on a milky nipple, consuming his slippery essence. Sachin got up and went outside of the room to the living area leaving Billa and Ashmita in the bedroom.

Billa came near to her and said, "Lie flat on your stomach."

"Billa, please let me take a rest for a while," she protested.

There was a strike on her face; it was so hard and powerful that she rolled on the bed. Using his grip on her hair, he pushed her face down over the edge of the bed.

"Please Billa, I beg you, please don't hit me, I will obey whatever you say, "she begged with her teary eyes.

"You Bitch, how dare you disobey me?"Billa said angrily and started spanking her naked ass with his hand.

Ashmita had never felt such humiliation ever in her life as she felt pain on her ass cheeks of his palm striking her bare flesh. He spanked her again and again. Her pussy clenched as the stinging heat pooled between her legs. He pulled her hair as he pressed his crotch against her ass. The rough palm of his sending sparks of pain across her tortured skin. He rubbed her right butt cheek and then squeezed it hard. She squealed in pain as she rose up on her toes.

"Tell me you like this," he commanded.

She buried her face in the pillow. Billa shuffled his legs apart and rose in a deep squat across her flared hips, pushing her shoulders steeply down on the bed. She turned her face on the soft pillow, lifting her buttocks high under him.

"Billa, I cannot take you there. It is dry inside and you may not feel comfortable and I will also feel pain, please first listen to me, please don't slap me... use... use this cream," she pleaded, groping on the bedside table for a long slim tube of salve. It had an elongated spout meant for internal insertion.

The ruffian grabbed it from her hand, uncapped it, and pressed the nozzle to her anus. She groaned, relaxing her sphincter and he squeezed the tube. Salve spurted from the nozzle into her anus, coating it thickly.

"Well, your anus hole is well lubricated, nice idea, "his face brightened and he said, "Now, lubricate my cock head with your saliva."

His cock glistened between her buttocks, lubricated with Ashmita's saliva. With a soft squeal, Deboshree pulled his cock into the crack of her ass, squeezing and bunching her lovely ass cheeks around his cock head. She gripped the shaft of his cock and pumped it, wiggling her as excitement raced about her skin. She felt the head of his cock brushing the crinkle of her asshole, searing it. She jerked at his prick, clenching the cheeks of her ass around it. She began to make soft little cries and twist her ass in erotic movements. The ruffian's heart melted with her co-operation.

"I'm so sorry, "I'm sorry, honey," he whispered.

Her body shook with her tears, "Why?" she asked.

"I shouldn't have shouted at you or spanked you," Billa said.

"But I won't lie. I enjoyed your spanking," Ashmita smiled.

"What!" his eyes widened with surprise and he closed his eyes and looked away from her then he told her, "So, you don't have any regret?"

"Billa..." she sobbed softly, arching backward, feeling the pressure of his cock against her tight, burning asshole, "Oh, God! Billa, Billa!"

She began to try and stuff the head of his cock into her asshole. "Help me, Billa!" she cried out, "Oh, please, help me! Push, baby! It's okay there! Push, honey!"

Billa began pressing the head of his cock against her asshole. His balls throbbed as he tried to peer down, and watch what was happening. Ashmita was crying, but he knew by the sounds her cries were of pleasure. The tight heat of her asshole burned on the head of his cock, and he was gritting his teeth. Ashmita held his cock hard, shoving her ass back as her ass muscles began to give way, the resistance fading.

"Push, Billa!" she urged with a sob, "Push hard! Do it, honey! Do it there!" Billa, intensely excited by the tight heat of her asshole, pushed.

"Oohhhh!" Ashmita whimpered as the swollen head of Billa's cock pressed through the tight ring of her asshole.

The ruffian sodomized her slowly and heavily and deeply for the next ten minutes. Their rhythm steadied gradually, altering from the initial lurching and jerking to more deliberate in-and-out, back and forth, to and fro motions. The first spurt of pain, albeit delightfully sharp and tangy, receded.

"Yes, yes! That's it, Billa! " Ashmita felt her asshole stretch, but it didn't hurt.

She felt the fullness of his cock, his cock head just past her ass ring. Billa's cock was big, enormous, bigger than Sachin's, and she felt the sensation intensely, a wonderful, exquisite sensation. Her asshole clenched about his cock of its own accord, then began to squeeze, loosen, then squeeze again. Ashmita sobbed with the most delightful sensations, sensations that rippled about her flesh and sent her cunt into spasms of ecstatic rapture.

Ashmita clutched the cheek of her ass, stretching it, pulling it open, shoving her ass back at him, "Now!" she screamed in a tight sound, "Do it!"

Billa now saw her asshole stretching about the head of his cock. With a grunt, he rammed forward, driving his cock all the way into her blistering asshole.

"Oh, God, that's good!" Ashmita wailed, grinding her exposed ass back at him, "Faster...faster!"

Still clutching the cheeks of her ass, pulling it wide open. Ashmita began hunching her hips, fucking her asshole onto his cock. Billa, the ruffian gritted his teeth and began to churn back and forth, fucking her up the ass, his balls very tight and loaded. The orgasm that erupted in her pussy was powerful, so strong she almost passed out with joy. The convulsions of her cunt sent a squeezing sensation about her asshole, and Billa's cock was being sucked inward until his balls smashed hard into the juicy heat of her contracting cunt.

"Ohhhh, uhh, ohhh, uhh, yes... oh baby yeh... c'mon... do it, Billa babe... fuck my ass... yeh... that's it... oh god that's so good, "the sharpness of her cries gave way to an erotic, husky, breathless litany of obscene gasps and moans of unfaked pleasure.

They aroused Billa even more. "I gotta come, Madam! Oh fuck I'm cummmmmmmmng too!" cried Billa.

"Do it! Oh, fuck! Cum in me!" Deboshree screamed.

With a grunt, Billa came. Ashmita felt the powerful throbs of his cock, then the boiling wetness of his come juice as it squirted rapidly along the walls of her blistering hot asshole. The feel of this hoodlum coming inside her ass sent her orgasms into a mindless spasm that clutched her whole body. Billa felt her whole body tremble and shake again as they climaxed together and then they both collapsed on the bed, his cock still buried deep in her ass. Billa withdrew his cock from her anus hole, kissed her, and sat on the bed. He could see his sperm leaking out and running down the crack of her bum. After 15 minutes, both Sachin and Billa were sitting on the sofa in the living area drying their sweating bodies in the cool air of AC in the living hall while Ashmita was preparing hot coffee for them.

After a while, she served them hot coffee. Before leaving, both the guys embraced and kissed her and Billa said, "Madam, hope to meet you soon."

With a smile, Ashmita said, "You both are always welcome at any time."

It was collateral damage, paying a price to her association with low class people she thought but she didn't repent about the whole episode.

In the evening both her husband Bhashkar and her daughter Arpita returned. Arpita asked, "Mom, how was your day?"

"Fantastic and wonderful, "replied Ashmita.

It was dark in the surrounding area of the hotel, and few lights had begun to gleam here and there in the buildings nearby, and a pale moon was rising behind the buildings at the end of the street. Laal Singh, the old watchman from Bihar was sitting on a stool inside the small wooden watchman cabin by the main entrance gate of the hotel waiting for any guests to arrive before he locks the main gate by 10.00 P.M. His duty resumed at 9.00 P.M as he relieved the other watchman. It was chill in the atmosphere but bearable, he was in a sweater above his uniform with his boots in warm socks beneath.

He wore his usual guard cap on his head. There was not much duty at this time but he anticipated the burden of his duty shortly once the snowfall starts as the hotel would be crowded with tourists, particularly with newly married young couples on their honeymoon. He had been at Shimla for the last 15 years leaving his family behind in his village in Bihar. Being an ex-army man, he got this job easily but he was far away from his family and he could not even effort to bring his wife to stay with him in the meager salary paid by the hotel. The atmosphere was calm and quiet and Laal Singh remembered his family members, he had two married sons, two married daughters, and a total seven nos of grandsons and granddaughters.

There were gardens all along the lane inside the hotel, and a row of lime trees growing by the fence cast a broad patch of shadow in the moonlight, so that the gate and the fences were completely plunged in darkness on one side, from which came the sounds of women whispering, smothered laughter, and someone playing softly on a guitar. There was a fragrance of lime flowers. This fragrance and the murmur of the unseen whispers worked upon Laal Singh. All of a sudden the beautiful face of that rich lady staying in the special room on the top floor flashed in his memory. He was all at once overwhelmed with a passionate longing to throw his arms around that beautiful rich young woman, to shower kisses on her face, her hands, her shoulders, to burst into sobs, to fall at her feet, and to tell her how long he had been waiting for her. A faint scarcely perceptible scent of incense hung about her, and that scent reminded him of the time he had spent with her.

Was it a dream or reality? He couldn't believe anything that he was with a beautiful woman, a fair white woman, more beautiful than film heroines, more beautiful than the women he used to see in English magazines. Could anyone believe that he, a poor watchman, a hateful rugged feature in his black color complex was with a beautiful woman from afternoon till evening and fucking her randomly? It seemed God was very kind to him today otherwise an old man like him who had not touched any women, even not his wife who had now become old for the last 3 years was able to satisfy a young rich woman today.

The young woman was hardly 25 to 30 years, old enough to be his daughter-in-law, wife of his oldest son (In fact Madhu was past 40 years but she maintained her physique in such a way that she looked below 30 years). It proved that he was still virile and he felt his cock throbbing inside his pants despite this cold weather. He thanked both Ramesh, the steward, and Ashok, the dishwasher, his roommates, and without whom it would not have been possible on his part to fuck this beautiful young rich woman. But as he studied the woman, she preferred him rather than those two youths because she openly confessed her love for him and admitted that she preferred a strong old man like him rather than those two youths. There was no doubt that she was satisfied with his fucking and her sentence, "Don't call me madam, call me by my name Madhu and make me your wife as long as I stay in this hotel" was still resounding in his ears.

He had been sitting there for half an hour and all that time his imagination had been busy remembering his fucking session with Madhu, the beautiful rich young woman. He gazed half wonderingly at the dark, motionless deodar trees outside and he thought about his promise to visit Madhu after midnight. He thought of long conversations with her, a conversation of passionate love with her, now she was an obsession for him. Was it love or a physical attraction between the sexes? He remembered them and thought mournfully that if he were asked now what love was, he could not have found an answer because he had not loved anybody in his life. The service was over, now the hotel attendants and other staff began to appear near the main gate to leave and waved their hands to him. Laal Singh strained his eyes gazing at the dark figures going out; people were still coming out, lingering, talking, and standing under the windows. Slowly, within 15 minutes, everybody had left and not a single guest had checked in, the atmosphere became silent and quiet.

By 9.00 P.M. Madhu had finished her dinner. She was feeling very relaxed physically as well as mentally because the whole day she had a marathon fucking with Ramesh, the steward of her room followed by Ashok, the young boy who was the dishwasher. But after that the intense fucking followed with that old watchman Laal Singh till evening. Ohh, my God! What's a fucking session! That old watchman had promised to return at midnight, he might come she thought so it was better not to lock the door from inside. Madhu switched on the TV before going to bed. It was 10.00 P.M.

It was time to lock the main gate because it was 10.00 P.M. While he was locking the gate, all of a sudden, the pale moon was hidden in the sky and there was deep darkness everywhere, the cold wind started blowing and there was a sudden change of weather, and then Laal Singh felt something falling on him from the sky, he could see and feel those were powdery snow. The Snowflakes were falling from the sky. Ohhh, my God! The snowfall had started the first snowfall of the season in Shimla. He could feel himself shivering as the atmosphere had turned into a cold atmosphere. He rushed inside his cabin and immediately put on his leather jacket, put on a woolen cap on his head, and woolen gloves in his hands. By the time he came outside of his cabin, there was a white blanket everywhere. The snow had started to accumulate everywhere and glistened in darkness. The whole garden area including the lemon trees was covered with snow. The roof of the hotel had started to turn into a white roof.

All of a sudden, Madhu felt an abnormal chilliness in the surroundings, feeling colder and a little shivering. Then there was an important announcement on TV, the girl news reporter on TV announced that a few moments before Shimla had its first snowfall of the year and the temperature had gone down drastically. Madhu rose and moved to the windows. She touched the glass panels of the window which felt chilled and the glass fogged before her face. Out of curiosity, she opened the door and came outside, a cold breeze hit her body and she shivered and held her breath. She looked outside the narrow front yard of the street and through the streetlight's yellow cone of light; she could see the flakes of snow, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight from above. Then she looked towards the side roof of the hotel which was covered with a white blanket. Ohh, my God! She jumped to her feet with joy and pleasure; it was her first witness of snowfall in her life, her first experience. When the cold outside was unbearable she entered the room fearing she could catch a cold and shut the door tightly without bolting it from inside.

Laal Sing rushed inside the hotel with excitement. The night manager was dozing at his desk. He saw Laal Sing rushing towards him. "What happened Laal Sing? Any problem?" he asked.

"Sir, please come outside. We have first snow falling in Shimla," he said excitedly.

Both of them came outside and still snow was falling from the sky.

"Laal Singh, from tomorrow we will have a busy day. Already there is a heavy advance booking in our hotel. Now, from tomorrow, tourists will be flocking to our hotel. Laal Singh, listen, you need not stay inside the cabin near the main gate as there is a possibility of heavy snowfall tonight. It is better to resume your duty inside or you can sleep in a spare room," instructed the manager.

"Thank you, Sir," Laal Singh saluted him and left from there.

Now, the atmosphere had changed and Madhu felt as if she was in ice land. Immediately she switched on the room heater. She wore a pair of woolen trousers up to ankles in her lower part of the body and of a full sleeve of Woollen Top Women's T-shirts on her upper part. Both the pairs were flexible and comfortable; of course, she had neither panties nor bra beneath these dresses. She wore a woolen cap covering her two ears.

Madhu switched on the pale bed lamp and took shelter under the double blankets on the bed. Her body temperature was maintained to warm against the temperature prevailing outside. She felt warm and after a few minutes, she was in deep slumber.

It was 11.30.P.M.but the entire Shimla had slept under the white blanket. Laal Sing started climbing staircases to reach the top, of her room of Madhu. He couldn't find a single soul outside in any of the corridors of the hotel. After reaching the room, he knocked at the door and there was no answer.

"Madam," he called in a slow voice at first, but more firmly the second time, "Madam? It's me, Laal Singh."

A moment later he pushed the door, it was opened and he entered the room and bolted the door from inside securely. He felt warm inside the room due to the room heater. He looked around the room and through the bed lamp, he could see a silhouetted figure lying on the bed. He switched on the light and the room was flooded with bright light and the old watchman could see his sleeping beauty lying on the bed, covered with two thick woolen wider blankets which were actually meant for two persons. Her eyes were closed and a streak of hair came out from her woolen cap and was falling on her forehead. The outline of her swelling breasts above the blankets was falling up and down rhythmically with her breathing. She was sleeping peacefully but the flash of light made her eyes open, she blinked her eyes and saw Laal Sing near her bed. Instead of a surprised expression, she smiled seductively at him and got up from the bed.

She came close to him and said, "You are shivering."

"It is extremely cold outside and further I am an old man," he smiled.

She touched his hand and found it ice cold, she murmured, "Ohh, my poor old man, really, your body has become cold as you have come from outside.

She held his hand and led him to a nearby big sofa where she gently pushed him down. Laal Singh, the old watchman could feel the soft and warmness of her hand. She bent down near his feet and said, "Let me take care of you. First let us get off your boots and socks," she took off those from his feet, her two heavy breasts brushing the kneecaps of the old man and she further said, "Let me get off your heavy jacket also."

She tugged on his jacket, removed his uniform shirt, and tried to pull down his pants and boxer as well to get them past his hips and thighs. Soon the poor old man was completely naked with his shrunken cock except for a vest on his upper body and he was shivering. Madhu rushed towards the wooden shelves on the wall, opened the small door, and came back with one woolen male trouser, one woolen full-sleeved male t-shirt along with two blankets.

She made him wear the two warm dresses and covered him with two blankets. Then she neatly folded his discarded dress and kept those on the shelves. Laal Singh was so overwhelmed with her caring that he was carried by his emotion and tears flooded his eyes.

"Thank you, Madam, you are so caring!" he said.

"I am not your madam, call me by my name Madhu," she said in a mock angry tone and came near him, sat next to him, and hugged her knees to her chest.

"Madhu, sorry to disturb you at this odd hour of the night," he said softly.

"Not at all," a whisper from her.

"I wanted to see you, in fact, my duty near the gate is over early due to snow falling and my duty for the night is indoor only but the manager advised me to take rest tonight so I came early to you without waiting for the midnight," he said.

"Where is the problem? You promised to visit at midnight and I was waiting for you, and it is my good fortune that you came early," she smiled.

"Really, but you were sleeping," Laal Sing said.

"It is due to extreme cold, I just dozed off," she smiled showing her glazing prominent white teeth line.

Madhu reached a hand to his knee, through the thick layer of blankets. They sat there like that too numb to say anything due to extreme cold, something Madhu sensed.

"You need to warm up your body," she said and went near to table and picked up the whiskey bottle and two glasses.

She poured the wine into two glasses and they started sipping the wine together but both of them were silent. After consuming two glasses of wine, both of them felt a little warm-up although not drunk, just a little warm vibration in their bodies. Her hand again reached inside the blankets to caress his thigh near the joint area of his thigh but not touching his crotch area. An electric current passed through the body of the old man and he felt a strange sensation throughout his body. He stroked her cheek.

"Your hands are still cold. Hey, my dear lover, my husband, you have become cold, poor old man," she said, just the hint of a smile, and acceptance of kindness there.

"What could I do dear? This is my old life crisis that deserves more treatment," Laal Sing grinned.

She bent down and kissed him softly on the lips. Her nipples hardened. He kissed him back, tentatively; she felt the slight stubble of whiskers against her tender cheek as he rubbed his face against hers. She kissed his stubbly cheek, and let her small hands tickle through the ruffled hairs on the back of his head.

"You are so good, so caring to an old man," he said.

He slid an arm under her and gently took her hand in his, planting a warm moist kiss in the center of the palm. He slowly lowered his head, and when his lips touched hers, they were warm and firm. His warm breath on her neck made her shiver, and she instinctively tilted her head. His kiss was hot, demanding, and quick, his lips warm and soft. His breath was warm on her cheek.

She reached up and ran her fingers through his long hair and replied," My husband is also an old man, much older than you and I know how to take care of an old man. You are much stronger than him and now you are my real husband. Have I not told you, you will be my husband as long as I stay in this hotel?"

He then proceeded to taste her whole body, loving it with his lips, softly planting warm kisses on her neck and shoulders. A warm hand caressed its way up her back and around to cradle and fondle her breasts above her woolen dress. Lowering him onto her breasts, pressing her down with his chest he kissed the place where her neck and shoulder met. She allowed her hands to play across his back again, like two small birds looking for a place to rest. He nibbled her ear lightly. A warm flush rushed up to her neck. She melted into his arms, eagerly returning his warm kisses and welcoming the feel of his fingers caressing the back of her dress. He slowly lowered his head, and when his lips touched hers, they were warm and firm. Pulling his head down, she met warm lips again and surrendered to the passion he always managed to arouse. His lips covered hers in a long warm kiss that left her short of breath. He nibbled lightly on her hardened nipples above the woolen dress as she had no bra beneath it, and they tingled in response. He kissed her eyelids, then her lips again and she slipped her hand again inside the blankets and reached his crotch area. His cock was still flaccid due to the cold.

She stared at him intently and said, "My dear husband, the wine and our intimate kissing have helped a little to warm you up. You need further assistance to warm up your body."

Madhu slipped towards his lower portion, removed the blankets a little, and pulled on his woolen trousers a little. She was surprised to find a little shrunken and flaccid cock, like a boy's cock hardly 3 to 4 inches. Madhu took out his shrunken penis and put it in her mouth. Slowly, Laal Singh felt a twitch in his cock and felt the warmness of her mouth, her tongue on it. Madhu was a patient woman and she knew she had to make an effort to erect it and she knew well that the giant cock had been reduced to a baby cock due to extreme cold. Gradually, Laal Sing, the old watchman felt himself growing big and hard inside her mouth. By this time Madhu had already pulled his foreskin and her lips and tongue continued to work over the head of his cock. Within 5 minutes, it started throbbing, then turned into 6 inches, then 8 inches, and then became a giant of 10 inches, a full-fledged of its original size.

Now, his cock jerked and shuddered in pleasure inside her mouth. He began to lay his body on hers, his hands held her shoulders as he began to feed his cock into her mouth. He became more active now as he leaned over her, another inch than two entered her mouth. He began to pump his hips, his thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She tried to please him with her tongue, but his hips were urgent as he thrust faster, the strokes deeper. Her body began to bend, her head partially going off the edge of the sofa from his thrusts, but he held her still so he could fuck her mouth. He pushed his cock into her mouth, deep this time, as he held his cock as it pressed against the back of her mouth.

"Wait Madhu," she heard his voice and stopped her sucking.

"I don't think, you should only give me the pleasure. This is my duty to give you equal pleasure simultaneously," said Laal Singh.

"How?" she asked.

"I also want to suck your cunt," the old man grinned.

"Ohh, you mean 69 positions. That's a good idea. Let me suggest to you how could we do it? I will lie on top of you in the opposite position. There would not be any problem as the sofa is long and wide. Then I would pull on the blankets above me so that both of us may not feel any chillness," she smiled.

When they were in the opposite position, Madhu knelt before his face above him and straddled her two legs carefully on both sides of his shoulders. The old watchman pulled down her woolen trousers below her hips and her naked crotch area was just above his face, her pubic hair brushing his nostrils. Madhu's mouth was directly between his two legs on the erected cock pointing upwards.

Madhu nervously caught her breath when he kissed her high on the joint of each inner thigh, brushing her pubic hair with his cheek. She stretched her legs stiffly toward the old watchman and spread them slightly, opening herself to him involuntarily. A feverish heat grew in her groin. Her labia started to swell. The heat forced her to spread her legs even farther apart. Her heart was pounding and her head felt too big, as though she had a fever on this cold night. She moved her arms nervously, finally putting her hands on his cock, gripping it tightly. He went very slowly. First, he spread her legs wide apart and moved his head between them, his cheeks touching her inner thighs. His whiskers scratched her naked crotch area, making it even more sensitive. With his tongue, he pushed her swelling labia apart and lifted her clitoris.

"Don't bite it!" She said with alarm and reached out one hand, bending down toward him, and thinking of how close his teeth were to her tender appendage.

"I won't," was his muffled reply.

Madhu was wide-awake now, resting on her elbows and looking down at his cock now. The thick head pulsated against her throat, Madhu gagged as the head of his cock squeezed just a millimeter into her throat. He held her pinned as her stomach revolted, feeling it turn as she gagged a second time. She pulled his cock back, but he thrust upward again, this time a bit harder, Madhu gagged again, and the head slipped deeper into her throat. Her lips were stretched around his cock. He began to fuck her mouth upward, but he was doing it slowly. Madhu could feel his taking her swelling bud between his lips and proceeded to lick, stroke, and suck it, pulling it softly away from her just as she herself had been doing it with him between her lips.

"Oh, that's lovely," she cried.

The heat in her genitals became a core of white fire inside her, glowing brighter and brighter. She leaned back, staring at his cock, panting quietly with excitement, and pulled his foreskin again without any effort on her part. Her hips pumped downward toward him gently in response to the sucking and nibbling of his mouth. She felt his tongue dive down into her hole and lick up her moisture, mixing it with his saliva. He ran his tongue all around her sex, over and between her swollen labia, and then he stuck the tip of his tongue into her hole again and worked it around.

"Ohhh, Uuuhhh," she moaned and gasped in pleasure.

His cock had been pulled almost all the way out due to her jerking until the thick head stretched her lips, then he pushed up a little, slowly and methodically. He pushed in deep, he didn't stop until he had made her gag and the head of his cock began to plug her throat. She couldn't move to dislodge it, his hands held her head pinned. He loved fucking her mouth, enjoying it when he pulled his cock all the way out from below, but her mouth stayed open, knowing she would have to be available to him whenever he wanted her.

There was so much spit in her mouth that it fell out of her lips because of her top position. Now, his cock continued to leak pre- cum into her mouth, more prolific, thick, salty cum that bathed her tongue. The old watchman couldn't believe the delightful contractions of her throat muscles on his cock. It felt like hundreds of hands massaged his cock. He struggled to push from downward to slide the head back and forth in her throat, so tight, Laal Singh grunted with each thrust.

Her face lay between his legs, feeling his cock reaching near her throat, her throat felt raw, rubbed so harshly by the thick cock head. She coughed and spit, unable to fill her lungs. Her breasts brushed on his naval area. His nose was pressing against her clit, and she could feel his warm breath, and the fact that he was another individual, here with her, worked like a magic carpet, raising her excitement higher and higher.

"Ach..." She felt the lips of her cunt ripple responsively as he embraced them with his mouth. The warmth and lovely lapping of his tongue increased the tension between her legs, so she spread them wider apart. He slid his arms and shoulders down under her thighs.

"What, what are you doing?" she said in confusion, "Oh, my, oh."

The old watchman lifted her thighs with his arms, tipped her lower body up, and buried his face in the exposed saucer of her upturned cunt.

"Oh, oh, yes!" she said as he began to move his face around between her legs, licking and sucking her labia and clit. He sloshed his face in her wetness. She put her hands on his head and held him to her as he gobbled her up.

"You taste luscious," he announced to her between slurps, "So sweet and clean."

Licking and sucking, he consumed her greedily. Madhu couldn't believe what was happening to her. The pleasure from his mouth spread out to the rest of her body like ripples on a lake, suffusing her with joy. Her legs now stuck straight out to the side, supported by his shoulders and upper arms. She lifted her mouth from his cock and turned her face from the side and could see only the hair of his head moving between her legs.

"You... You're wonderful," she said.

She reached her hands behind her and caressed his pleasure-giving head as a randy desire started to take over her lower body.

"Oh, yes, yes," she screamed to him, and, as the area between her legs flashed hotter and wetter, she raised her voice. "Oh, lovely. Oh, yes!"

She shouted out to him; there was no reason to hide her cries now. The tension spread into her lower belly and hips, as though her skin was too tight. Madhu clinched her asshole and forced her strong, slim legs as wide apart as they would go, giving him maximum access to her sex. He sucked her clitoris strongly and stroked it with his tongue. She felt the tension climb higher and higher, past her navel to her chest, buoyed by the lapping licking on her clit. She started thrashing her upper body from side to side, losing control of her muscles.

"God, God, God, God..." she heard herself say. Her vision narrowed and dimmed. She closed her eyes and screamed out and called to him. Her words became meaningless. Now, she concentrated her mind on his cock.

The old watchman from his side glanced below her legs and saw her eyelashes and curled hair tips moving. Her bracelets made a dry sound against each other. Her tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap itself around him. Just as he was about to come, he controlled himself and pulled down his cock from her mouth with a jerking. Madhu could understand the prevention of his cum inside her mouth. He finally pulled his cock back out, hearing her gasp, but he pulled it slowly from her mouth, as he let her tongue work it over before he pulled it from her lips. Her head turned to the side when her mouth was free of cock, the spit and pre- cum spilled out that filled it. The sexual pleasure he was providing consumed her. It was an intensity she had never experienced before, and she felt as though she might faint.

"Yes! Yes!" she cried softly.

She was poised high, at the top of a waterfall, hanging suspended, about to wash over. She grasped the rumple sofa cover with her hands, trying to hold on. She couldn't help herself. Finally, fantastically, she climaxed, ecstasy sweeping through her with the rush and crash of a huge wave! She felt herself dropping over the edge.

"Aghhhhh!" she screamed loudly as she fell.

She grabbed at the sofa cover more tightly. Her vagina started pulsing and spurting like a fountain! This was nothing like she had ever felt before in her life! The rush of her release opened up in her a greedy desire to ride those crashing waves of joy. She rolled and bucked her hips against the old man's mouth, a little girl riding a surfboard, moving with the rhythm of the sea.

"Don't stop, don't stop!" she pleaded, realizing that these words were the same as those that had been sung by women to men millions of times over eons of years, since human beings first lived on the earth, and slept in a shared bed.

He heard her and stayed with her. As the contractions of her climax racked her body, he continued to greedily lick and suck her clit. He pushed her feet all the way over her head so that her body was bent double over on itself, and he licked and kissed her asshole, which pushed her rush to extremes.

"Do me! Rub me! Lick me! Love me!" She couldn't help yelling, crying, and gasping.

Finally, she peaked. "Ahhhhhgh!" she screamed, as loud as she could. Her muscles collapsed. Her climax slowed. Her body had done all it could. She couldn't move. The old watchman still had his soft mouth between her legs, lapping up the liquid that seeped and spilled from between her swollen tissues. Her cunt continued to cum softly again and again but she gave of herself gladly, as small shakes and shudders swept through her. She was a vessel delivering nourishment to her man. She wanted to feed the old man.

The old watchman said, "Madhu, tell me now, am I warmed up properly?"

Madhu didn't say anything but smiled seductively at him, held his hand, and guided him to her bed where they lay down under warm double blankets and she kissed his eyelids, cheeks, and lips. The waning effects of the alcohol had gone long from them.

"My dear husband, we can not remove our clothes because I feel the temperature outside must have gone down to a minimum because still, we feel cold despite being beneath these blankets. We need more hotness inside our bodies," she whispered and the old watchman nodded her head with consent.

Laal Singh tried to move a bit, but it felt as if his body was tied down by invisible threads. Madhu started kissing the old watchman again and her protruding breasts from her woolen t-shirt pressing his chest. His strong and gentle hands began to stroke her; his hands, his lips, and his tongue were gentle. Not tightening, knowing what he was doing. Madhu felt her nipples rise, and it startled her.

Madhu made him lie down on the bed. Her own clothes she kept on, though. She sat on the bed, took his hand, and brought it under her woolen dress. The old man could feel the heavy rounded breasts beneath the dress and he started groping those and kneading the nipples.

Madhu sighed a long breath and moaned. She was dragging her hair across his eyes and kissed him. She lightly bit his shoulder. She was lowering herself more. She was brushing her breasts across his face. He wanted to take one of her breasts into his mouth, either one. He was frantic. Ultimately, he lifted her t-shirt above her neck. He wanted to suck as much of her breasts into his mouth as he could. Her breasts were killing him, her blunt instruments.

She rode above him, straddling her two legs on the sides of his waist like a horse. He was surprised and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Shhh, my husband," Madhu whispered. 'Shhh, it's all right, don't worry, just relax and see what I am doing to you."

She pulled down her woolen trousers up to her knees. His hand felt the warmth of her vagina. It was deep, warm, and very wet. His fingers were all but sucked inside. Then Madhu got on top of him, mounted him, and used her hand to slip his hard throbbing cock inside her vagina. She had done it before, but with this old man, tonight was something different. Madhu couldn't really believe it; she was doing this. She held him and put him in.

She pushed down. She couldn't believe it. One of his fingers flicked over her bum. She did it to him. He lifted his hips and heaved. Once she had him deep inside, she began a slow rotation of her hips. He felt deeper in her. She'll never forget it. She was in charge and he liked it. She held his hands down. He pretended he was trying to break free. Madhu let her tits touch his face. He went mad; he bucked. As she moved, the edges of her woolen brown t-shirt caressed his naked stomach and thighs.

With the edge of the dress spread out around her, Madhu rode atop him, looking like a soft, gigantic mushroom that had silently poked its face up through the dead leaves on the ground and opened under the sheltering wings of night. Her vagina felt warm and at the same time cold. It tried to envelop his gigantic cock, to draw it in, and at the same time press it out. His erection grew larger and harder. The old man felt he was about to burst wide open. It was the strangest sensation, something that went beyond simple sexual pleasure. It felt as if something inside her, something special inside her, was slowly working its way through his organ into him. Madhu couldn't believe it. There was no end to it.

Madhu couldn't get enough of him. She was tired and sore but she didn't care. She didn't want to stop. She wanted the ache. She wanted him in her, all the time. Her weight was on top of him. The old man wanted to squeeze her in further and further. He wanted to watch her face. He wanted her sweat to drop onto him. She was slow, rhythmic, gentle, moving up and down on his body.

Then a sweet spasm went through her and she seemed to rise into the air, just the sweetness, the incredible, oh, and then Madhu, panting pressed him hard against her. The old man could feel the flow of her spasm all over his cock wetting his pubic hair.​