The Law of Jungle

It had been a week and all the pairs were enjoying their sex lives in their respective rooms without any hindrance. Today was Sunday morning and none of the occupants had awoken yet. Through the frame of the windows of their rooms entered the vibrant glow of a new day, telling a picture-perfect day awaiting. Golden threads of morning light transformed the night dreaming into an ambient optimism. It was a Sunday morning, a relaxation day for all. No need to be hurried, just lie on the bed for a few more hours. Morning arrived as a mother's gentle hand, inviting the dreams of the night to enter the day. Golden rays of the morn tide came as invitations to the day. In the morning there was more joy in the part of all occupants of the bungalow that peeked through the windows of their eyes. In the morning there was more love awaiting a chance to jump into the air in that silent crackle they sensed with their soul. In the morning there was a more deep sweetness that resonated within and found a way to express this energy that was them. The curtains added an orange glow to the morning light, every morning a perfect sunrise.

Dipankar was awoken from his sleep by a bright ray of sunlight that falls on him through the bedroom window, to remind him that another day had begun. The first rays of sunlight lit up the room. The dawn chorus of melodic birdsong drifted in. The material of cloth sheet covered their bodies was warm beneath his fingers. He glanced towards a sleeping Arpita who was sleeping peacefully with her closed eyes clinging to his naked body tightly and when the sun flooded the room, painting the colors anew, he felt a little of those golden rays soak into her skin. Warm yellow rays wafting through a window, the morning light permeated the room through the window blinds. The golden light sparkled the face of Arpita. He wanted to wake her up with a kiss. Dipankar kissed Arpita with ferocity, taking her mouth with a burning possession, tasting her sweetness with deep, languid licks. She whimpered. The vibration sizzled straight through him and stiffened his already erect cock. Dipankar pressed his hardness against the firm, silken flesh of her bottom. Being in with him in the allotted room without any intervenes by anybody, her presence kept his hunger for her eternally burning, never fully extinguished, despite fucking her every night for last some days after shifting to this room. Thank God of Rain. She had stolen his heart during their catching of chameleon in the jungle and their intense fucking at the shore of the stream and inside waterfall and he knew he would never get it back. By this time, Arpita had woken up and opened her eyes, feeling his kiss.

"Good morning, Dip baby," she cooed, twining her hand around his neck.

"Good morning." Dipankar smiled and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "I'm so hard for you."

"And I'm wet for you," she smiled.

Her thick black mane of hair lay like an exotic fan across the white pillowcase. Her breath was slow and steady, the side profile of her breasts readily visible. Her nipples stiffened, magnifying the fullness of her ample curves. She was stunning. A lazy half-smile spread across her face, an expression she saved for him--a look she gave when she wanted him to tear off all of her clothes and ravage her body. Dipankar traced his fingers along her skin until his fingertips met a peaked nipple. She melted into him, pressing her warm, curvy ass against his hard-on. The lush carnality of her body swept over him, he grew harder. Dipankar pressed his cock against her bottom and kissed her, his tongue blazing a trail from her ear to her jaw, and finally to her hot lips.

Arpita slid her hands along the muscles of his chest and their breath grew rapid and pressured as their tongues probed one another's mouths. Dipankar caught her lower lip between his teeth and she let out a soft moan. Pushing himself upright, Dipankar swept the covers aside and outlined a path from her breast to her hip. Then he gentled her onto her back and pressed her knees apart so he could rub her clit over her panties, noting the growing wetness of the fabric. Cheeks flushed, black eyes bright, she watched as he lowered himself to her full breast. Her expression displayed the raw, savage effect he had on her. She never hid it, never hid her fierce hunger for him. She was so open and needy and sexy as fuck. His chest tightened.

Dipankar kissed his way down her cheek to her jaw, licking and nipping at her neck and then lower, her chest sex-flushed scarlet and heaving. Her full breasts were plump with arousal, her nipples stiffened into hard peaks. He devoured her left nipple, suckling and nipping with need. When he bit down on the beaded tip, she inhaled sharply, her fingertips raking the skin of his back as he slid his hand into her panties. She was completely soaked. And he needed to taste her. Dipankar lowered himself down and grasped her ankles, pushing her legs up, reveling in her gorgeous curves. Her beauty had grown in their days together, her body more mature, the round swells of her breasts and hips and tiny waist the epitome of womanhood. He slid her panties to mid-thigh and glanced up at her. They locked gazes and she smiled, that sensual smile as she allowed her knees to drop closer to her body, exposing her most private, vulnerable part.

Perfectly coiffed, her slick pink folds glistened in the soft sun that danced against her tan skin. Dipankar lifted her legs high for better access and kissed the back of the thighs. Her breath caught in anticipation of what was about to come, and he slowed his descent down, kissing and licking a trail along the back of her legs, slow, deliberate torture. Finally, the need to taste her sweet flavor overpowered him and he took a long, slow lick of her silky sex. As soon as his tongue met the delicate skin of her clitoris she audibly gasped. He slid his tongue along her slick folds and her legs parted in response.

Her nectar was intoxicating and his raging cock strained as he lapped at her in long, lazy strokes. She moaned involuntarily and her chest rose and fell with irregular breaths. He reached up and rolled her tight nipple around in his fingertips, eliciting a breathy moan. He watched her face as he slid one finger into her, owning her, and then two fingers. Her lips parted, her skin flushed in a mask of ecstasy from his ministrations. Then he pulled her panties off, slow and steady, prolonging the sweet agony. He kissed her feet and when her panties dropped to the floor she parted her legs wide, her sex quivering with anticipation. His mouth was on her the next instant and she moaned, her knees dropping apart even further. She clutched the back of his head and forced his tongue to work until she was dripping wet.

Dipankar reached down and stroked his cock, now wet with pre-cum. As if sensing his urgency she sat upright on the bed and pushed him to his back. His hard-on lay heavy and thick against his belly, begging for her expert touch. Within a few days, she knew like no other woman. Not even his wife Madhu who was now shifted to Uncle Arnab's room. Arpita grasped the base with her tiny hand and her pink nails looked so perfect wrapped around his thick root. She glanced up at him, her fuchsia lips parted, her mouth curving up at the corner in a sly smile. Then she took one long lick of the crown. Dipankar had never imagined nor dreamed that the tiny baby of his friend Debasish who was born before him, the tiny baby girl whom he cuddled from her infancy would sleep with him like his wife one day and suck his cock at this very moment.

Sensation exploded within him, radiating from his core with that one lick and he groaned. Spurned on, Arpita took his cock inside her warm, wet mouth. Pink lips covered his cock, her black eyes pinned to his as she sucked, taking his length. Dipankar's eyes widened as she reached the base, amazed she could take it all. Arpita pulled back with firm suction and the air felt cold where her mouth had once been. She pumped him and caressed his balls with her pretty little hand. She licked at the crown, her tongue swirling, slow, leisurely circles around and around and up and down, finally taking him back into her mouth once again. Dipankar arched his back in feverish abandon. His balls tightened as his cock throbbed, desperately needing to sink into her, to fill her, to claim and possess every inch of her.

"Stop," he commanded, "So close."

Dipankar rose and pushed her to her back, spreading her legs wide where he nestled his hard-on at the entrance to her puffy cunt. She reached down and grasped his cock, pumping it, sliding it against her slick pussy. He needed to be inside her. He pressed his cockhead into her pink opening and when he met resistance pushed further, finally breaching her tender flesh. Her soft moans ignited him further and the next moment he was completely buried inside her, surrounded by her moist heat. He looked down, watching, hypnotized by the beauty of seeing his thick cock moving in and out, repeatedly disappearing into his teen niece. It was the perfect vantage point to see her plump breasts bounce with every thrust, her engorged clitoris throbbing with arousal. He hitched his thumb under her right knee and pushed her leg back and sank in even further. Pleasure radiated throughout his body from the hot, tight flesh encompassing his cock.

Dipankar grasped her curvy ass and with a wild ferocity, flipped her onto her side. He looked down at her round ass, the full, firm flesh, and pressed his cock down between her cheeks. Arpita responded by pushing back with her hips, raising them so he had perfect access. Dipankar stroked her clit and using the pads of his fingers, traced the slick opening of her cleft. Then using just his middle finger he delved into her and she trembled, her hips rising as he touched her scorching core where his scorching cock would soon follow. He fingered her with a deliberate, tantalizing touch as she squirmed and panted, her sex softening even further. Dipankar rubbed his cockhead against her soft blackish pink folds, up and down, against her clit, back to her ass as she quivered. He repeated this several times until her entire body had broken out in a sheen of sweat. She panted and clawed at the sheets.

"Oh, Dip baby," she moaned, "Please. I can't wait."

Once again, he thrust his cock into her with a low growl. This time her flesh resisted only momentarily before giving way completely. He buried himself to the hilt inside her wet heat. Their flesh slid against one another, hot and slick with sweat. Her softness surrendered to his unyielding hardness. He almost couldn't breathe for the pleasure.

"Ooh!" She sighed when his cock reached that tender spot deep inside.

"You're mine," The words came from his mouth in a guttural, savage voice.

His thoughts returned briefly to Arpita whom he cradled along with his daughter Bipasha in their childhood and always they used to sit on his lap but all of a sudden that child became a big girl sitting on his lap and watching the fucking of chameleons in the jungle and seduced him. It happened to him when he had fucked Arpita in the jungle only a few days ago. Right now it felt so amazing--like he hadn't been inside a woman in ages. Dipankar turned her over onto her belly, pulled her hips upward, and sank back into her from behind. He watched as he withdrew his cock, the juices so thick and wet he was riveted by the evidence of her heavy arousal. Knowing how turned on she was for him encouraged him further and he plunged into her, ravenous and greedy, filling her from root to tip. Their animal smell scented the air around them, a thick, pungent aroma of sex. Dipankar could feel she was stretched as far as possible, almost too far, so perfectly tight. He drove his cock in and out, unable to stop himself from pushing her to the limit, to take as much as he could, as hard as he could. Her mouth was open and her breathing was rapid, moans erupting from every thrust.

"Oh, God," she whispered through ragged breaths, "I'm so close."

Dipankar was wild with the knowledge that he could do this to her, impact such an unabashedly sensual girl. The friction of her sex was heightened by the tilt of her ass and when her hips began to undulate, her core clenching, he knew she was close to coming. Dipankar pounded his raging cock into her harder and faster, grasping her shoulders and the nape of her neck to immobilize her, his hips bucking. She shrieked as the climax shuddered through her body from head to toe. Tension built, deep at his core and coiled up, arousal mounting inside until finally, without warning, his climax charged up and he lost all control.

"Ahh, fuck!" he cursed.

With a guttural moan his orgasm tore through him, and savagery took over. His hips jerked wildly as his cock exploded, and he spurted hot and hard inside her pussy. Arpita felt the hot lava falling inside her pussy washing the walls of cunt wall and falling deep inside her cervix.

The sun poured through the window. A sunlit room. Warm yellow rays wafting through the window. Another day had dawned, bringing with it new hopes and aspirations. Arnab breathed in deeply. A new day had begun. He reached his hand out to the fabric of the cloth sheet covering their naked bodies, noticing how up close the light was pouring through every open space between fibers, no different from how it once came through outside, illuminating like brilliant fireflies each dawn.

Madhu opened her eyes to see his grey hair resting on the pillow. She put her arm around him to squeeze his body closer to hers. She glanced at his thick, knotty hair on his chest, and the two big swells his breast muscles make.... She pretended to wake up, and turned to him, but did not open her legs. She wanted him to open them for her. He did, and she became soft and wet where his fingers were strong and hard. She would be softer than she ever had been before. All her strength was in his hand.

"Good morning, gorgeous," Arnab turned to kiss her.

"Don't dare to kiss me; I'm married to your nephew." She jerked back with a teasing smile.

"Yeah, but now, you are my wife without marrying me." Arnab laughed, leaned in, and kissed her gently on the lip. She paused for a second and looked around the room.

"You okay? You look radiant and bright like the morning sun," said Arnab.

"Because last night, I had a good fuck from you," replied Madhu.

"What are you talking about?" He half sat up on the bed.

They were lying on the bed leaning into each other, she was on top of him, her mouth on his nipple, her hand moving his dick slowly. An intricate science, his whole body imprisoned there.

"Hush," he said, "Hush. Yes, it has to be given."

And he kissed her eyelids again, then her lips. And the kiss continued past the point where he usually broke off. Then, slowly, he pulled away. She groped for him, as though she was blind, "Arn, my husband, my father-in-law, please, please!" her lips touched his.

And he was kissing her again, and slipping the shorty nightgown over her head. His strong and gentle hands began to stroke her, his hands, his lips, his tongue. Gentle. Not frightening. Knowing what he was doing. Her flesh was innocent and warm. She felt her nipples rise, and it startled her. His prick was hard. She took it in her hand. She straddled him. Her hair was loose. It was cut straight across at the level of her shoulders. It was hanging forward, hiding her face, except for her eyes, which she was holding shut tight. She was being careful about his cock, leaving it alone so far. On his back meant fun for him, Madhu taking her time. He took her left hand and sucked the ends of her fingers in turn.

"You're mine," Arnab said softly, pressing himself into her depths.

"Mine alone, now and forever. Mine, as you were the first person to take my virginity during swimming competition when I was hardly 18 years," she pulled against his grip and sucked in her breath with a faint "ah" as he pressed even deeper.

"Aye, my daughter-in-law, sorry! My wife now," he whispered. "I want to own you, to possess you, body and soul."

They kissed, and it was in this moment of relative optimism for Madhu that she felt his arms tense, and suddenly, in one deft athletic move, Arnab had rolled on top of her, and though his weight was mostly through his elbows and forearms planted on either side of her head, she was pinned down and a little breathless beneath his bulk. Her neck was the most sensitive part of her body, and his jaw line was sending a wildfire to her brain. He chuckled against her skin and nipped playfully along her jaw.

Each kiss had her getting wetter. His parted lips followed the curve of her breast. Then he lifted his head and visually devoured her nakedness. He cupped one breast in his hand and played with the dusky crest until it became stiff. Growling with gratification, he ducked his head and whisked it with his tongue, again and again, until Madhu clung to him for support. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed the palm, then carried it down to his sex. He acquainted her with the dimension, the power, and strength, of his desire for her. Madhu wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him a few times, but then he was hooking an arm under her knee and lifting her leg so that she was open to him. His strong fingertips softly stroked her clit before sinking a finger deep inside her. Her legs jerked and held on to him tighter as nerves sang through her body. His mouth dropped back to her breast while his fingers continued their assault. At first just one and then two, over and over and over again. The sensations were too much.

"Yes, Arn, my dear father-in-law, my husband," she bucked, pushing her hips up to deepen his touch. Everything--his touch, his smell, his passion--was overwhelming, and it was all for her. Every muscle in her stomach contracted in time with his fingers as they slid in and out of her.

His mouth switched breasts and then lifted so that he was kissing her lips harder than before. His mouth slipped below her left ear and started nibbling and sucking.

"God, Arn, please," she moaned.

"Please what?" he asked.

"I don't know. Just," she panted.

"A-Arn," she gasped, feeling her body starting to lock up, "I'm going to come."

He didn't stop but sped up, driving her body higher as he had already thrust two fingers inside her, crooking those and hitting her in the spot that turned her moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm until she exploded. Madhu shuddered against him, her legs quaking, and when he finally slowed to look up at her, he saw her body was still quaking, her hair was a wild tumble, her face was glowing and his fingers were still stroking in and out of her slowly as his hand slipped between the cunt lips. His cheek rubbed against her as his teeth nibbled at her ear.

Then Arnab looked at her and said, "Dear Madhu, I think a lot of juices have gushed out, I want to drink these fresh morning juices."

"My dear husband, these are fresh morning juices only meant for you only," she smiled.

Arnab put his head between her legs, nuzzling at first. His beard was a little rough on the insides of her thighs. She pulled his head more forcibly between her legs motioning, and he bent down and put his mouth on hers. With his lips, then his tongue, he struck fire. She had to cry out in astonishment, in gratitude at being touched in that right place. He drove his tongue inside her, setting off another shattering moan that was music to his ears. She was quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and if he touched her right, she made the most glorious sounds -- raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as he plundered her with his tongue. She grabbed his hair, yanked, and pulled him closer as he'd told her to do. He took it, the white character, and they passed it back and forth between her pussy lips.