Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

Then Madhu got up and pushed aside the pillows and turned onto her stomach. Her feet hung off the end of the bed, her toes hooked over the edge. Then he took her from behind. Madhu pushed back and forced more of him into her. He drove himself harder into her. She was whining with pleasure and that was good. She would climax again right away. He kept on, slowing himself. He pushed her knees up higher. He split her in two. The heat built again inside her. His face was hovering near her face on her back. She started to sweat. She kissed him from her side, passionately this time, licking his face and forcing her tongue fully into his mouth. She wanted to get into him, as he was getting into her. She wanted to mix with him, become one with him.

He was almost there and so was she, again. After 5 minutes the old watchman could not resist himself. And then the knot at the root of his cock dissolved in fire, melting. He shouted when he came. Then she was snorting, trying to say something.

"Oh, finally, finally..." she moaned as he filled her totally. He pulled out and slid back into her again, and she felt a wad of stuffing being inserted into a turkey, filling it fully, but she loved the feeling. She was packed full of him. She continued to clutch the base of his cock in rhythmic pulses. She had come a second time. Her cunt walls were sprayed with hot sticky muck. She felt the edge of her woolen shirt fall over the sticky gunk. They disengaged, shaking. But after a few moments, they again united under the blankets, embracing each other and their bodies clung to each other and fell into a deep slumber.

When Laal Singh woke up in the late morning light she was asleep next to him, curled up on her side, facing him, her lips slightly parted. Wrapped still in the blankets from the night before he stayed as he was and took her in, her head a mess of misannotated hair ends, the brown woolen shirt she had been wearing bunched up slightly, revealing the soft rounded flesh of her abdomen beneath her belly button, the ascensions of her hips. The feeling that he could spend a lifetime looking at her like this. It was not much longer when she must have sensed his gaze upon her, her eyelids slowly coming open, his dreamy appreciation of her at the moment before she was completely aware. Then her hand came to rest on his cheek and his hand unburrowing to rest on her thigh.

"You didn't call me," she said after kissing him on his lips, their position on the bed not much changed from when they had lain down the night before.

Madhu wanted another good fuck from this old man before he leaves. But again she thought his old cock must be shrunken due to the cold morning and she was not in a mood to suck his cock to raise him again. Let her apply a new method, let her act in a fake manner, and let her tell some false facts, some lies she thought would raise the old cock instantly. Then all of a sudden, the old watchman noticed tears in her eyes which were rolling down her eyes.

He was startled to see it and asked, "Madhu, what happened?"

"It is nothing, it is just..." she wiped out her tears.

"No, there is something, which you are trying to hide, tell me, dear, I am your husband," he asked.

"Do you know, our family doctor has revealed a secret to me? My husband has less potential in his sperm to become a father as his sperm is weak but I could be a mother," she said softly.

"Does your husband know this?"Laal Singh asked.

"No, he is unaware of the fact. I want to be a mother but my husband is incapable as the fault lies with him and he has accepted a second young wife leaving me with a hope that he could impregnate her," she explained.

"You deserve better than that," he kissed her.

"Could you give me better than that?" she asked.

"I don't know how could it be?" he asked.

"I am in my fertile period now and I could be easily pregnant once anybody's cum penetrates inside my womb," she said huskily.

"Then how did you allow Ramesh and Ashok's cum inside you yesterday?" he asked.

"No, they have not cummed inside me as I had spare condoms with me," she replied.

"Thank God, you are saved," he said.

"But, I have allowed you to cum inside me with the hope that you would impregnate me," she kissed him again.

Immediately, the old watchman felt a twitch in his cock. Yes, at this old age also he could impregnate a beautiful young woman like her, he was more virile than anybody, he thought.

"My dear husband, can you give me a baby? I want to be impregnated by you before I leave this hotel. I need a strong baby like you from you only," she pleaded with a request.

The old man's heart melted away and he said, "My dear Madhu, the quantity and volume of sperms I have cummed inside you from yesterday is sufficient for you to get pregnant and I assume that by this time you must be pregnant by me but still I will not take a chance, I will fuck you every moment I get a chance," he felt then the hardness of his cock which had become rock hard anticipating her pregnant by him, "I will fuck you now."

"I think, let us start something new from your end, your's child in my womb," she said.

"Yes, yes let us do now," he sprang up from the bed like a young horse with his throbbing hard cock.

They inched closer to each other, she reached her hand finding him within the blankets, her gentle fingertips manipulating him toward her, and his right hand working her free of her lower dress. He leaned near and kissed her forehead, her scent possessive of the same aromas that had been in last night. He responded enthusiastically, sticking his tongue again into her small mouth. They battled with their tongues, like swords, until they broke up with a smile. Her breasts were swelling with warmth from the friction of his chest against her nipples. She felt soft and damp, like a fertile field. Her eyelids were heavy; she was charmed all over. She reached up and pulled him to her. He inserted his hard cock between her vulva, her inner lips parted to accommodate his big cock and it slipped easily inside her vagina due to her wetness. He pushed a little and around half of his penis slid inside.

They looked deeply into each other's eyes, not moving, his cock stationary inside her. Her vagina formed tightly around him, as though she were some thick viscous syrup flowing around his hardness. She felt a moment of intense closeness with him and knew their time had come. He blew her a kiss and nodded his head solemnly. She nodded back her assent. She could feel the sweat run down the sides of her face and her heartbeat in her temples.

He pulled his erection slowly out of her and then inserted it again, one last time before he leaves, as deeply as it could get, the ultimate thrust, until his tight scrotum pillowed itself on her ass crack. She trembled as the tip lifted a bit, way up inside her body. He fucked her randomly around 20 minutes continuously. Then it jerked sharply, and he began to cum.

"Ohhhh, Uhhhh, Madhu, my wife...take my baby...keep my baby inside your womb...ohhhh!" the old man screamed.

"Ugh," she grunted with surprise as the initial pulse shook her deeply, and he started filling her with his piping hot fluid. The walls of her vagina spasmed in answer to the throbbing of his cock and the heat of her loins rose in response to the warmth of the semen he was shooting into her.

"It's so..., it's so beautiful! I think I have already carried a baby of yours," she whispered, her face buried in his chest.

Her head drummed with beats: the striving, pounding beat of her heart; the pulsing beat of her climax as her inner organs grasped and clutched around him, and the gushing, pumping beat of the old man's deep, intruding, erupting cock. Her own climax grew as he continued to pump away, anointing the space inside her with warm jets of spray. As he filled the core of her being, she held him tighter, gasping and panting. He continued to fill her full, and fuller, and fill her some more.

She came and came around him, kneading his cock with her vagina, moving her slim hips in and out, relishing the seed he was shooting into her, her body suffused in a ruddy heat. He seemed to pump for a very long time. He finished at last, leaving a hot pool in her center and a warm glow all over her. She could feel the intense, penetrating heat of him, their rhythm languorous and ever gently upwelling, a drawn-out, whispering climax.

"I did it," she thought, "I have shared myself with a big cock of this old man."

He stayed hard in her. "I love the feel of you in me," she told him, between nuzzles and kisses.

"And I love being in you," he responded, saying each word slowly and clearly.

They paused a second then smiled again, realizing that they had never intense fucking like this before. Again they kissed and tongued each other, and she nibbled his cock with her cunt, but eventually, he began to soften. He shrank and slipped back to her entrance, then fell out with a pop. Liquid seeped slowly down to her ass crack. Laal Singh lifted himself off, and, with a little press of a kiss from his soft cock on the lips of her wet cunt.

"I should go now." he whispered, the other guard would relieve me soon."

"It's OK," she said with a sigh.

He stood next to the bed and put on his uniform clothes and warm dress. Before he walked away, he knelt down and kissed her on her soft, slightly swollen lips, gently but deeply, a kiss very unlike their first.

After the departure of Laal Singh, Madhu freshened up herself, took a bath in hot water, and dressed in warm clothes. It was 9.30 A.M. She came down to the restaurant of Hotel and saw Ramesh serving breakfast to guests inside the restaurant. He greeted and smiled at her. He made a special space for her as there was a crowd of guests who arrived that morning.

After having her breakfast, she came outside to enjoy the snow falling. It was white everywhere, the leaves of the trees, the roofs of the houses and buildings, the streets everything was covered with thick snow. She could feel the sweet touch of Powderly snow falling on her above the sky. She wondered both her husband Arnab and her daughter Bipasha must be enjoying this snowy day at Kulfi must be fucking randomly. She bent down and made a snowball and threw it at a distance, then another ball. Waaooo! It was enjoyable. She glanced at the children in the street throwing snowballs at each other and she stood nearby them for a moment, watching them. Really, she enjoyed the moment. Then she returned to her room. In the afternoon, Ramesh entered with her lunch tray wheel. Immediately he bolted the room from inside, embraced and kissed her tightly.

"Madam, today I have a busy day. I have no time due to the rush of guests in the hotel. Let us have a quick fuck. Just kneel down on the bed near the edge of the bed," he said.

Madhu did as he wished. He went near the edge of the bed and pulled down her lower warm dress much down to her hips. Her two big wide and round ass cheeks were inviting him. Without wasting his time and any foreplay, he picked out his throbbing cock and jabbed between the pussy lips and it slid easily inside her vagina.

He started pumping from behind hurriedly and within 5 minutes he started ejaculating his hot sperm inside her. The steward wanted to finish his fucking as early as possible. After that, immediately he left the room. After lunch, Madhu was in a mood to take an afternoon nap then there was a knock, and Ashok, the young boy, the dish cleaner entered.

"Ashok, are you free this whole afternoon?" she asked.

"Yes, Madam," he smiled.

"Then, you are with me whole this afternoon. Come to bed under the blankets, we will fuck there as it feels chill here," she said and switched on the room heater.

Ashok, the enthusiastic, energetic young boy, who was introduced to his first fucking by Madhu yesterday, fucked her two times on that snowy day and they cuddle together and slept under the blankets till 4.00.P.M. After dinner, Madhu knew that Laal Singh, the old watchman would definitely come at midnight to fuck her. He started liking that old man who had a good fucking experience than these two.

"Professor! The Deputy Director is looking for you," Debika heard the voice of her Assistant Phillip.

The Deputy Director, Mr.John Adam's chamber was adjunct to her cabin. Debika entered his chamber.

Mr.John Adams's had his back to her as she walked into his chamber; he was behind his desk looking out of the floor to ceiling window at the view of traffic on the road below. He appeared to be lost in thought, with one hand in his pocket and the other on his chin. Debika studied his arse which looked very nice in his Versace suit, he definitely worked out or was blessed with not only wealth but good genes. She'd guess he was maybe 6 feet and that hair was just luscious. He was tall, pure white, and very handsome in his fifties but there was something about blonde men that made her clench her thighs together and this particular white, blonde man had her clenching like never before. He turned around, his stare had her worried. It had been more than three years since she came from India and became a professor in the Anthropology Dept. of California University.

Within a short period, Debika, now Dr.Debika had become a popular professor not only amongst the students but also amongst the faculties of the university. She was one of his favorite professors to John Adam, the Deputy Director of the university as her research paper on tribes was highlighted not only in India but also in European nations. Since her joining as a Professor at California university, Debika had not been fucked by anybody nor even by any European white man but she had a secret desire to be fucked by this white man, John Adams who was very close to her.

From her instincts, she was aware of the fact that Mr.John had a great fascination with her as he would always glance at her body, particularly towards her big breasts. Debika knew that this white man wanted to fuck her but due to his top position, he was afraid to approach her as it would invite a scandal.

"Dr.Debika, please take a seat," he gestured to the cream-colored leather lounge setting in the middle of his office.

On the coffee table was what looked like a strong black and a hot white chocolate topped with a marshmallow.

"Dr.Debika, please have your coffee," he said in a soft voice.

"Thank you, Mr.John," Debika smiled.

"So Dr.Debika, how has your morning been so far?" he picked up his coffee, his lips were full and the way he put them over the rim of his cup made her nipples tingle, Debika imagined him putting those lips on her.

"Mr.John, I have applied for two months' leave so that I could visit India, I mean to my native place," she smiled.

"Ohhh, yes, we are considering it," he smiled back.

"Dr.Debika, as you know, our primary aim is not only imparting education to students but to research in various fields, particularly in social science, the science of human behavior. I am proud to declare that our social science research is very popular not only in European nations but also in developing nations in Asia which formulate different kinds of laws and principles based on our research. We have research scholars, and research Assistants in almost all corners of the world. Your Dept. is also coming under social science. Your research on tribes has created a sensation everywhere and now the Govt. of India is taking some proper measures for further development of the tribes based on your research," Mr. John raised his eyebrows and took another sip.

"So nice to hear it," Debika smiled.

Mr.John continued, "Just a few weeks ago, we have received a request from your Govt. to research 'Indian female beggars adopting prostitution'. Our Board of directors has considered you to be found a suitable researcher on this aspect because of your earlier research."

"But, Sir, this is not the cup of my tea," said Debika in a slight protesting voice.

"Dr.Debika, we know your subject is Anthropology but that is also a part of social science. This is an opportunity for you to explore more in this new subject and which may pave for you more successful in your rising research career, it may be a milestone in your future career, another feather in your cap. We have decided we are not allowing you any leaves for two months rather you will be on a special mission for two months in India on the research of this subject and all the cost will be borne by the university.

Further, the board of directors of the university has chosen a sample metro city that is Kolkata, your home metro city to research this subject. Since, Kolkata is your home metro city, on careful scrutiny and observation; we have chosen you to research this subject. On completion of this project, you will get paid $500,000.00," said Mr.John.

"Mr. John," Debika looked at him, "I don't know what game you are playing with me, but $500,000.00, really? That's absurd. I can't possibly accept that."

"Is it not enough Dr.Debika? I'm sorry, just tell me what you want and we'll pay for it, I don't want anyone else for this research, so whatever you want it's yours. If you think you are not doing enough to 'warrant' the figure, then I will have to give you more to do it," he said.

"Sir, this is more than enough, it's far too much, my job description doesn't warrant $500,000.00. I'm sorry, I would accept it as it is a difficult assignment," Debika smiled apologetically at him.

"Dr.Debika, your research should be based on authentic facts and real photographs as well as videography of female beggars adopting prostitution, you have to invade the territory of beggars and photograph as well as the filming of the details of their livelihood," said Mr.John.

"How can it be possible? Do you think they will allow being photographed and filming their personal lives?" asked Debika.

"We have already solved this problem. This is called Investigative research. We have a very miniature sophisticated camera which could be accommodated in a small locket in a necklace. The battery inside it is so powerful that it would continue to run for 15 days and this miniature camera will be filming everything in and around you once you put it on your neck. After two weeks, you have to recharge the battery once again. This device will record everything around the area of your research and the persons with whom you are interacting without their knowledge," he explained.

"So, I have to do some creepy research," Debika smiled, "Well, I may need another set of this type of camera as I may need an assistant in India to help me with this research."

"It's not a big problem, we will provide you two sets of such cameras which could be easily accommodated in small lockets," he smiled.

Then again he did say he made it a priority to know 'Every tiny detail'. Debika decided this time it was impressive investigatory skills rather than creepy, so she smirked back at him. This seemed to amuse him, he really was quite cheeky, and she liked this about him. He was a man with immense power and authority and here he was being very playful and cheeky with her. Debika thought once she returns from India after completion of her research, she would seduce this man and would make him fuck her, she'd play along, why not? It would be just harmless fun.

Quickly Mr.John said, gave her a flirtatious smirk, and she blushed bright red and looked down. Oh my God, she was so out of her league. This sexy masculine man had her in knots and she could not keep up.

"Starting with this project, I'll need you to stay back and attend a meeting with me today for a few hours, so that I could explain to you the details of the research to be done in this project," said Mr.John and dialed the intercom.

Before Debika could say anything to him, Miss Lucy, his personal Assistant appeared in the doorway and led her to the conference room.

"Dr.Debika, please wait for me in the conference hall," he said to Debika.

"Miss Lucy, now for the time being cancel all of my appointments. I will be with Dr.Debika in the conference hall for a few hours for an important meeting and I don't like to be disturbed for such time," he instructed his Personal Assistant.

"Yes, Sir," she said and closed the door.

He twisted the knob and pushed open the door of the conference hall. There she was, leaning back in a leather executive chair, her stiletto-clad feet propped on a corner of another chair, wearing a smirk and little else.

"What are the details, Mr.John?" she voiced her curiosity.

"We have nothing to discuss much as everything is here," he smiled and handed over her a folder.

"You know, Dr.Debika, I have met several Indian women in my life but they are nothing in comparison to you. I have never seen such a beautiful and young woman like you and since your joining this university, I have started liking you and I have a soft corner for you and I have always favored you," he stopped for a moment and then smiled, "To tell you frankly, I am infatuated with you."

"Mr.John! You must be joking," she smiled, "But I know, you always prefer and favor me which is your greatness. Thank you, once again."

"Dr.Debika, with my influence on the board of directors and Chancellor I have put you in this project so that not only your career would boost further but I ensured that you should earn some extra money. Okay, but first let us celebrate this with some champagne. All right, if you'd like," He rolled up from the floor, pulling her upright with him, and picked up the champagne bottle from the bar, "Let's drink it at the conference table."

It took him a minute to arrange two glasses for them and then he poured in champagne from the wine cabinet. What the hell? He still could barely breathe from wanting her so much and he wanted her to stop for a drink with a plea of meeting? What did it matter, anyway? The mirrored wall-to-wall closet in the conference room reflected the long black-haired, white-clad Debika and the blond-haired John in tuxedo-black, bathed in the soft golden overhead light from the ceiling. Debika just wanted to run her hand through his luscious blonde hair and tell him it's fine I'll do whatever you say, how could he turn her from being so horny and infuriated with him to not approaching her directly for so many years in spite of her advances towards him?

Debika was standing awkwardly and looked very hot as she could feel his hot breaths passing on her shoulders and face.

They had finished one round, John said, "Dr.Debika, could we have another round?"

Debika noted uncomfortably and then held the glass out for another after John had refilled it. When she attempted to pour herself a third glass, John pulled her hand away from the bottle and said gently, "I think you've had enough."

But she earnestly protested, without defensiveness or hostility, but just as if she were explaining the matter, "No, I don't think I have, Do you think, I am drunk?"

Debika poured and drank a third glass of champagne.

"Why do you have a soft corner for me? Why do you favor me always? Why did you say that you are infatuated with me? If you like me and adore me then why don't you say it directly Mr.John or You've been avoiding me?" the corners of her mouth twisted upward.

"That's not true," he frowned, "I have always adored you and as you know there is no other woman in my life except you but I am always afraid to approach you."

"My sentiments exactly," her hand slid down her flat abdomen and disappeared from view. Her lids fluttered to half-mast, "I'm also always afraid to express my feelings towards you."

"You must not want me as badly as I think you do," her hand disappeared beneath the desk again.

"No, Dr.Debika, I love you very much," John mumbled.

He shed his coat and tie as if there were no buttons to impede his progress, and then stood feet shoulder-width apart and hands behind his back.

"Really!" She leaned back in the chair, returning her feet to the side chair. Again, her slow perusal left him aching and wanton for her touch.

"Such a sexy white man!" Debika dropped her feet to the floor and stood, grabbing something from the side of the chair as she moved forward.

She stopped at the corner of the round conference table where he was sitting. Now he could see all of what she wore. She had a lightweight slim-fit white shirt with a low neck from where her deep cleavage was bulging out. Through the white transparent shirt, he could see the cups and black straps of her bra clearly. The size of the two mountainous big breasts of this beautiful Indian woman must be not less than 36 he assumed. The white skirt nipped and tucked in at her waist. The boning pointed toward the smooth, glistening prize at the apex of her thighs. She leaned back just a little right near him, raised one of her legs, and put it between his crotch, her skirt parted and he had a tantalizing view of her black thong hardly covering her ripe, swollen pussy, just ready to be sampled.

John touched her on the forehead between her eyes and ran his finger down the line of her nose. She began to kiss him, to kiss his chest, to nuzzle her face among the soft apple-sweet hairs, discovering as she did so hunger for the scents and textures of male skin. John began gradually, instinctually, he hoped imperceptibly, to approach the cheeks of Debika with his lips opened in an 'O'. He lovingly stroked the sides of her neck while kissing, and tossed her hair back so that he could caress her neck a bit more by running the sides of his fingers up and down her neck down to the base of her shoulder and all the way up to her earlobe. Before she had a moment to prepare herself, he licked his tongue on a patch of flesh just between her ear and jaw, then along the side of her neck.

She was eagerly enthusiastically accepting and receiving his sensuous loving licking kisses moving and turning her face closely and conveniently to receive as he kissed every inch of her forehead, her eyelids, cheeks, chin, neck, shoulders, and all over her face. John ran a finger on her juicy soft thick lips and holding her lower lip gave her a soft kiss, paused to caress her lips by holding the kiss for a few seconds. John ran the tip of his tongue on her thick full beautiful pouting wet juicy soft top and bottom lips. Finally, he ran his tongue between her wet juicy thick pouting inviting lips forcing her mouth to open.

Debika opened her mouth fully inviting and taking as his tongue slipped into hers. His 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.

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 attacked his mouth, probing his tongue, teeth, and gums. Their tongues entwined, exploring and sucking hungrily each other alternatively tasting and swallowing each other's saliva. He could already taste her sweetness on his tongue, and she was always sweet, like sunshine and fresh berries. His mouth watered to bring her pleasure. John's hands, rough with calluses, slid down her back, tracing the curve of her waist as he went. When they finally rested on her hips, he rubbed his palms over the contour of her ass and then squeezed. There was a serious disconnect between the lovely Dr.Debika's words and her body. She was asking for it slow, but it sure felt as if she was primed and ready for a good hard fuck. John dropped to his knees, pushing her legs apart as her hands came to anchor in his hair as if she was trying to keep her balance. He moved the thong aside.

"Nice," he breathed against her. "I liked your ladylike black cotton panties, Dr.Debika, but to tell you the truth, I always pictured you in a thong. Did you wear this for me?"

"No, I have to wear it for the dress. Otherwise, I'd have panty lines up my bottom. Showing through the dress," she smiled.

His haste was unusual. But, fuck. He'd waited long enough for her. His hands moved around to her ass to yank her farther toward him as he pulled down her thong with a force to her feet and to his surprise, the move unsettled her and she slipped off the chair, tumbling them both over. He laughed, ending up on the bottom, the hard parquet floor beneath him, with one gloriously dressed beautiful woman spread all over him, and rubbed her wet crotch against the ridge of his erection, her feet touching the floor. Both of them got up and sat on the chairs.

John sat next to her, cupping, stroking, and feeling her huge voluminous firm pendulous conical extra-large breasts.. He inhaled her hair and in his madness, kissed her on the lips and started fondling her breasts. He unhooked and removed her shirt and bra as she lifted her hands up willingly to ease them. Her naked heavy breasts were big and extra-large huge mountainous, her enlarged brown areola and engorged conical stiffened nipples were brown unlike the pinkish red of European ladies, they were long stiff, and jutting out that pointed out from the considerable mound of her firm tits which excited him more. He bent down to kiss her big mountainous breasts. He nibbled and stroked her erect engorged stiff nipples.

With one motion, he easily lifted her and placed her bare ass on the edge of the round conference table. Hands firmly planted behind her and her legs dangling over the edge of the table, Debika leaned back, allowing him free rein to do as he pleased. She sat upright on the table leaning over him so that her breast hangs an inch above his face, offering the jutting nipple, carried her breast to his mouth, leaning over him, offering the nipple so that he could suck those comfortably. Her breasts hung there in space for him to kiss. John encircled his two hands on her breasts. At once the hot treat warmed her nub, but his hot mouth soon followed. Lazy twists of his lithe tongue soothed the inflicted pebble while inciting movement from her hips to better feel every minute stroke. He alternated slow swipes of the tongue with laps of his mouth. He sucked those, nuzzling those gently with his teeth. The nipple grew larger and firmer in his mouth. She withdrew it and replaced it with the other. It too, swollen to his sucking.

John continued his ministrations until her shivering eased, then lifted his head up slightly, "God, you have beautiful breasts," he commented.

Debika seemed to have some trouble gathering words, "Do you like them?" she asked.

"Very much," John replied.

At the same time, his cock became rock hard and he wanted to fuck this woman then and there. He watched, through narrowed eyes as she perched on the edge of the table and spread her legs wide, her hair spread wide on the table. Lying back down on the polished surface of the table, her partially nude erotic body revealed in the soft diffused light that came through the window curtains, John could see her flawless blemish glowing smooth skin. Debika let a smile of satisfaction curve her lips. She enjoyed being able to tease and tempt John. John strode toward her. Lust now burned behind his sparkling blue eyes where laughter had danced only moments before. His composure morphed from class clown to serious hunter. When he reached her, he began his licking further down from her shoulders to her chest, and then made rings around one of her breasts. Each circle became smaller as his tongue traveled to the top of her tit, stopping only after he'd swiped at the tip of her nipple. Her back arched voluntarily when his mouth latched into her tender peak.

When he grazed her nipple with his teeth, she cried out and let her head fall back, completely giving herself over to a wonderful sensation. After thoroughly licking and sucking the one breast, he repeated the slow torture on the second. She was naked and spread her legs and thighs wide apart. Her entire pubic area was covered in a triangle shape of dense black soft hair which gradually ended downwards on both sides of her vulva. He could see her slit between the pulpy vulvas. When his hand widened her slit, he could see her beautiful thick cunt lips like two small doors of a window which were light blackish in color unlike that of the pinkish European cunts. When he widened the lips, he could see her erect big clitoris above. Her beautiful thick wet juicy cunt flower and engorged glittering stiff big clit were inviting him. He lifted the dripping legs to treat his mouth and brushed the tip of his tongue over her bottom lips of the vulva, at her tight cunt opening, then gently rubbed it up and down her dripping slit. She groaned slightly at the feeling of his hot tongue on her inner pink folds. John licked at the coating of pussy juice on her inner lips, relishing its sweet yet tangy flavor, and slowly parted the inner lips with his tongue.

"You like?" he asked.

Debika nodded her head with consent.

Once again, he glided his tongue over her cunt lips. She sucked in a startled breath. Her back stiffened and goosebumps flared over her skin as hot shock mingled with unrestrained excitement. Heat replaced the cool surface of the table when John's hot tongue traced the wet trail. Tiny rivulets of pussy juice streamed down the valley between her two legs and continued on to the juncture between her legs. No doubt she'd be sticky as a candied apple by the time John finished brandishing his hot tool of the tongue. Or would he be so thorough with his licking that he would find every last syrupy drop? He certainly hoped so.

"You taste so fucking good," he rumbled between her legs as he made his way further down, "So sweet. So very sweet!"

He'd taken such time and care with his foreplay that her pussy pulsed with aching need. When she thought she couldn't last a moment longer, he subtly moved to an upper target, her protruding clit above the lips. He could clearly see the extensive internal structure of her clitoris in almond-shaped areas of erectile tissue with the thickness of an erection. Beyond the glans, the clitoris extended back and inward like an inverted "V" on each side of the vaginal opening. Then he placed his tongue on and around her almond-shaped clit and licked all around before plunging it far into her channel.

Her legs were spread wide, and his mouth and nose were pressing into her labium. John could actually feel his face pressing ever so slightly inside her body! Her cunt smells like heaven; he wished he could eat this cunt out. He started licking her engorged big protruding dark pink wet clitoris, slurping and lapping up her cunt juice with his tongue, inserted his tongue into her cunt deep, and licking all over. He sucked her overflowing cunt juice. John bent forward, and licked her cunt from bottom to top, flattening his tongue. He inserted his tongue deep inside her cunt, making his tongue stiff clutching it with his teeth. Running his tongue around inside her cunt, probing and licking, he brought his tongue out of her cunt and lapped up her tasty delicious cunt juice having a particularly pleasant smell. He put his lips against her cunt and slurped with a loud noise, the more he slurped, the more juices were oozing out.

"John," Debika called on a ragged breath, "That feels amazing. I can't believe what you're doing to me. Where did you learn how to do such naughty things?"

The tightness in her tummy increased as her release continued to build. Her head began to spin. Her pussy tightened around his tongue. Debika bit her lip and started to shake. Her hands looked for something to grasp as though she needed to anchor her body to absorb the impact as she clasped her two legs tightly around his neck and he felt suffocated as if he was choked and out of his breath.

An explosion ripped through her pussy. Debika screamed out from the unbearable pleasure that surged through every muscle in her body. She gasped for air. Her body jerked hard, then again and again. She reached orgasm violently, John could feel her cunt muscles contracting and expanding, gripping his tongue tightly, and her whole body in ecstatic spasms, her cunt muscles all of a sudden gripping and squeezing his tongue. He lay still, allowing her to enjoy the long drawn multiple orgasms as he felt the splash of warm white liquid all over his face most of which went down his mouth.

He slowly withdrew his mouth from her pussy and asked, "How did you feel this?"

"It happened almost after more than three years when somebody touched me there with his tongue. At the moment of orgasm, I knew that I was in a great golden light and I experienced myself as transparent and luminous energy coming within me. I saw seven star-like, golden, swirling points that lined up in my body. My energy centers looked like radiant golden lights in my body. Every inch of my body underwent a blissful experience," she smiled and saw his face covered with the white droplets.

"I'm glad you like it," John looked up, his eyes shining like polished sapphires, "I had a feeling you would. You can thank an overactive imagination for everything."

"And now this," he said and probed his tongue deeper between her pinkish cunt wall, his tongue trying to reach the cunt hole at the end.

Debika dared to not let go of his mouth from her pussy and grabbed fistfuls of his mink-like hair, wanting even more, "Yes. Oh, yes. I love that. Don't stop."

And more was what she got. For several blissful minutes, she enjoyed his skillful manipulation of her pussy. He clearly was in no hurry. Time was not an issue. Only her pleasure, which he lavished on her like a queen. His body went rigid when she stroked the long rod against the tanned globes of his ass. She held it there, lightly moving back and forth above the crotch area of his trousers.

She was waiting for him. He nodded and sucked her clit into his mouth while he teased the hardened pearl with his tongue. She gripped his shoulder and rode his tongue and lips. Her juices ran down his chin while he hummed encouragement in his throat. She was close if the fingers tugging his hair were any indication. Debika cried loudly and reached her orgasm. When John felt her orgasm, again he lifted her from the table to the floor and made her lie down softly on the floor. John pushed against her, rolling the two beings over on the floor. Debika slid off of him, letting him begin to straddle her. Her hands went to the waistband of his trousers, but despite his aching erection, John stopped her.

"Not just yet," he said, bending to kiss her again.

She felt unusually tight around his tongue and tasted of his saliva as John eagerly pressed his mouth into her to tease her better. Debika's hands returned to the fly of John's trousers, finally unzipping him and pulling the cloth away from his body. He struggled a bit awkwardly to free himself of the briefs, his cock standing fully erect. John stood there in front of her showing his cock. First time in her life Debika was witnessing a white cock.

'Oh my God, You are gigantic. Your cock is long and thick," she said.

She took his rigid long thick erect hard and turgid white cock into her hands with awe feeling it and holding it in both of her fists. It was the first time in her life to see and hold such a big long thick enormous-sized white cock with rock hardness. It must be 8 inches long, not bigger like Tribal cocks. She could see the blue veins sprouted along the body of this white cock. Her eyes opened wide with surprise. She was overwhelmed to hold such a massive long thick white cock in her hands. He had a big round plump sized knob that was glazing due to its polished pink color. She held the knob in the palm of one hand and caressed it with her fingers of the other hand slightly squeezing the knob.​