The Law of jungle-15

Just near the exit gate of the Railway station, the man was standing on the pavement and was waving his hand toward him. Sachin stopped his Auto-Rickshaw near him and asked, “Yes, Sir?”

“Would you go to Kamathpura?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir. Please get in,” said Sachin and moved forward when he was ensured of his sitting inside the Rickshaw.

Sachin had not slept properly last night and he was feeling drowsy. Still, now the naked body of that rich lady Ashmita was flashing in his mind frequently and he was jealous of Arjun when he thought of him fucking that rich lady the whole night in his slum. Sachin craved for Ashmita and wanted to fuck her again, now she had been an obsession for him. He diverted his thought towards the passenger sitting in his Rickshaw.

The passenger was a man past his fifties in medium height with well-to-do outfits. He had grey hairs and sprouting greybeards on his face as he might have shaved the day before. He looked like a family man, a gentleman, and must be an employee of some Govt. office. Kamathpura was Mumbai’s infamous red-light area and It was an old and notably known red light area in Mumbai located in Mumbai Central. There were a total of 14 lanes in this area and these lanes had brothels where the prostitutes would cater to customers. Sachin smiled himself and was not surprised to see the visit of this man to that area as he knew most of the customers visiting that area were either bachelor young men who had never experienced any pussies in their lives or the persons like this gentleman, crossing over the fifties and approaching old age to rejuvenate their past glories.

Within half an hour, Sachin reached the destined place in a narrow lane surrounded by cramped, congested, and dilapidated buildings on both sides. He could see the chipped wall of the buildings exposing the faded red bricks and in some of these small plants had sprouted out. All the windows and doors of the buildings were opened and Sachin could see the women ranging from the age group of young, middle-aged, and old, all types of prostitutes standing in open windows and doors even some were strolling around the street to lure customers in their gaudy costumes, heavily powdered faces, smearing their lips with deep red lipsticks, their breasts looked heavy as some of them had stuffed piece s of cloth inside the cups of their bras.

The passenger got down. After receiving the payment, Sachin looked above the windows of the buildings and the prostitutes resembled a cloud of bats huddled together hanging from a cave roof. It was 11.00.A.M. Sachin could feel the heat of the scorching sun above which was a typical Hot and humid climate of Mumbai at that time.

Sachin was about to leave that lane when he heard a voice, “Hey, Sachin halt.”

Sachin turned his face backward and found Billa waving his hand towards him and signing him to stop his Rickshaw. In response, Sachin waved his hand back and parked his Auto-Rickshaw in a suitable place. Billa was his close friend from his slum. Billa approached near to him. He was tall and black as a negro, physically he was strong and heavily built. He had long hair, was slightly bearded, and had a deep scar on his right cheek. He had a handlebar mustache, a wide, thick mustache with the ends curving slightly upwards. He was wearing a Kara (A steel bangle) on his right wrist.

His outfits were cheap and dirty, a soiled red t-shirt and brown pants. In fact, he was a small-time criminal, a hoodlum, a Pickpocketer; sometimes he would snatch from people their belongings in lonely lanes at the knifepoint. He had been jailed several times even though Sachin had known from certain sources that he had raped several women but nobody had dared to lodge complaints against him due to being afraid of him. Sachin was sure that he must have a sharp knife with him but whatever he was, he was a close friend of his.

Both the friends embraced each other and Sachin asked, “Dear Billa, where had you been as I have not seen you for quite a long time?”

“Dear, I was in jail and today only I have been released from jail and immediately I have come here for a good fucking. Let us find some two good girls to fuck as I have not fucked anybody for the last six months. Don’t worry! I will pay the girl for you. But before that let us drink some wine, “he said.

“Sorry, friend, I am not interested in girls. Further, It is daytime, how could I take drinks as I have to carry passengers, “replied Sachin.

“Fuck your passengers, come with me,” Billa dragged him to a nearby dingy and thatched cheap wine bar. Both were sitting there and started consuming cheap country-made wine and looked at the brothels in front of them.

Billa looked at him and said, “Sachin, what happened? You look upset. Tell me the problems you are facing, I will sort them out immediately. Why don’t you have a look at those young prostitutes and choose two of them whom we should fuck now!”

“When I have fucked a beautiful fair rich lady last afternoon who was like a film heroine, like a model then why should I care these cheap prostitutes?” he replied in an irritating voice.

“What?”Billa exclaimed with a surprising voice, “Tell me the details of meeting her.”

They had already consumed one bottle of wine and Billa had ordered another one. Sachin went on explaining how he met Arjun last afternoon, another driver friend of his who had a beautiful rich lady with him whom he had seduced and fucked during the trip to Elephantas, how he along with Arjun took that lady to that place near-deserted old factory buildings area and how he made that lady drunk and fucked her.

“Listen, Sachin, do you have the address of that lady?” asked Billa.

“Yes, while she was drunk, she had given me the address where she was staying. It is near Juhu beach, “replied Sachin.

“Well, now the program of fucking these prostitutes gets canceled. Let us move to the house of that rich lady, “said Billa.

“What?” the only word Sachin could spell with his bewildering eyes.

During this moment something else was happening inside the cottage as Ashmita was running naked to her bedroom to tease the poor Narialwala, Muthu who was following her and jumped into her bed. Without wasting her time, Ashmita also pulled his wrapped folded lungi from his waist and Muthu became completely naked exposing his big black throbbing cock.

“Hihihihihihi, you see, I have also taken revenge upon you by making you complete naked,” Ashmita laughed and teased him.

“Madam, you are very naughty, “said Muthu.

“Really!” Ashmita’s voice was breathy, sexy, so fucking sexy.

When she tried to move closer to him, Muthu pulled her under one arm and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. And then another. And another. By the time she managed to wiggle out of his embrace they were both panting.

“We’re not finished,” he said, holding her arm, unwilling to let her go, “Not by a long shot.”

She shook her head. Seeing how red and swollen her lips were only made him want her more. Ashmita planted a kiss firmly on his mouth. He felt the electric shock of it right away, groaning as she pressed her body more firmly into his. He ran his hands down the length of her, giving what he discovered was a very plush high Ass the proper amount of attention it deserved. Fondling those sweet, plump cheeks, he pushed her back on the bed and opened her mouth hungrily with his tongue. He could feel against his chest the hard points of her sweet tits and he moved one hand up to brush a bare nipple with his thumb.

She gasped and as if in reflex pushed his hand away, breaking away from his kiss to cry, “Don’t.”

The poor Narialwala looked down at this gorgeous lady, dazed, but before he could react she had flung her arms around his neck again and pulled his head down, kissing him with an abandonment that left him aching and hard and hungry for her. He cupped his hands around her Ass again, his fingers reveling in the firm rounded feel of her, and lifted her up, grinding her against his cock, and then moved her gently back onto the high pillow behind her. His lips trailed a burning path down her throat, his hands massaging the outsides of her silky thighs for a moment before he moved suddenly and purposefully to part and stand between them.

He pressed his cock, steely and needy, against her parted legs, his lips now in her hair, then at her ear, as he whispered hoarsely, “Madam, I want you…now.”

But as he moved his lips down, at her collarbone, now edging down toward that aching vicinity from which she had automatically pushed his hand away a moment ago, she muttered, “Slow down,” putting her hands on his shoulders to push him away and she whispered, “We have enough time at our hand.”

His head lifted and he fixed her with a heated gaze. The brown-gray irises of her eyes were almost completely obscured by the black pupils and her breathing was shallow. She was as turned on as he was. He knew she was. Realizing he had managed to lift her thighs high, he reached tentatively between them.

“All right. We’ll go slowly if you like,” he said.

Although, shit, she didn’t seem to need it. When his fingertips reached between her legs on her crotch, he was pleased to note–she was as wet as she’d been before. There was a serious disconnect between her 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. He dropped to his knees, pushing hers apart as her hands came to anchor in his hair as if she was trying to keep her balance.

“Nice,” he breathed against her.

Holding the sweet pink lips of her cunt open to him with his thumbs, he just looked at her for a minute. God, she was perfect. Dense wisps of soft black curls covered those plump wet lips and the distended button of her clit.

“As slow as you want,” he assured her, blowing at first and then pressing his mouth to those sweet lips as her fingers clenched in his hair.

She tasted wonderful, fresh and clean, and just a little tangy. He moved one of his thumbs to dip into that seeping well, rotating in circular motions as he tongued her clit.

“What are you doing?” her voice sounded thick and a little confused above him as if she really was asking and unaware of the things happening below.

Muthu kissed the inside of one soft thigh, “I’m going down on you.”

The fingers in his hair pulled him back to it and he began to eat her out in earnest. Muthu knelt and tongued her cunt. Incredibly, arousal curled around her surrounded her and made her forget the satiated state of lethargy that had claimed her moments earlier. Pushing her thighs wider open to him, he concentrated on her clit, licking and nuzzling the engorged bud until her moaning moved him to thrust his tongue, hard, as far as he could into her Pussy.. He liked to eat Pussy and hers was extremely sweet.

“My God. That is so…” he glanced up to see that her eyes were closed, her head thrown back.

He wanted to feel his fingers up her again. He searched her face; it was a porcelain hue a rosy red, her lips moist and parted her gray-brown eyes still wide and dark. Surprisingly, he saw anxiousness in them, as well as something he couldn’t quite identify. The mirrored wall-to-wall closet in the bedroom reflected her naked white body, bathed in the soft golden overhead light. A milky drop of lubrication oozed around the thick ring that protruded from his cock, tempting her. He stepped closer, his hand on his shaft, positioning the thick, ruddy corona between her waiting for rosy lips. When she tongued him, sampling the salty slick fluid, pressure began to build again. She wanted… his beautiful black cock with emerged purple head. All of it. He fed it to her inch by inch, until she had to tilt her head backward and she could swallow its thick, purplish head. His cock throbbed, its blunt head pulsating with life in her mouth, its slick, salty taste, and smooth, slick texture uniquely arousing.

His haste was unusual. But, fuck. He’d waited long enough for her. Not to mention he wanted to get her off pretty quickly in order to get to the main event. His hands moved around to her Ass to yank her farther toward him. His cock vibrated between her cunt and Ass. He grasped her Ass and rubbed her wet crotch against the ridge of his erection. Lying above her, he rubbed his cock along her slit, nudging her Ass a bit before sliding forward and claiming her cunt from above.

“You are wet. Warm and swollen, as I knew you’d be,” he said and pushed his cock slowly between her cunt lips.

She’d never felt so full, so taken. Ashmita groaned a deep, purring sound as he laid his palms on her upper thighs, adding the brushing of his thumbs on her labia to the pulsating rhythm of the cock.

“So tight. Gods, but your cunt feels like paradise,” Muthu moved in her slowly, stretching her with his huge, throbbing cock.

He sought and found her nipples, tugged and squeezed them as his Hot breath singed the bare flesh at her nape, and that got her hotter and frantic. Muthu, the slum dweller, and the poor Narialwala started increasing the pace of his gyration and now he was fucking her like a machine with a speed vibration of its piston. He fucked her at a high speed and breathlessly continuously for 10 minutes Muthu was sweating all over his body and the sweat drops were dripping on the naked body of Ashmita.

“Ohhhh, I’m going to come, Muthu!” Ashmita wailed, tears of joy streaming from her closed eyes, “You’re going to make me come! Oh, fuck me harder, Muthu!”

The scream boiled from her constricted throat as her cunt went into muscle-shattering spasms. The Orgasm caused her cunt to clutch at the poor man’s cock tightly, then it began to squeeze, release and squeeze.

“Fuck me harder. Gods, I want to come again,” Ashmita screamed.

“I’m coming again!”

Ashmita screamed, grabbing for Muthu’s Ass again, her fingers digging into his asscheeks. She rubbed a fingertip about his tight asshole, and then, her orgasms rampant, plunged her finger up his asshole. She drove it in and out, finger-fucking him in his Ass. The sensation sent Muthu into wild, frantic thrusts. He lifted his mouth from her tit and groaned.

“I’m going to come, Madam!” he moaned.

“Yes!” Ashmita shouted, plunging her finger in and out of his asshole vigorously, her hairy cunt clinging to his prick, gripping with heat.

“Come, Muthu! Oooooh, baby, come inside my cunt! Give my Pussy that come juice!” Ashmita let out a loud groan.

The bursts of his cum juice splashed the velvety walls of her cunt. Ashmita, feeling it, slammed her cunt hard onto his prick. The deep muscles of her fiery cunt sucked at his cock, drawing the thick baby-making white fluid from his young tight balls. Muthu slumped on top of her, his body loosened, but shaking.

“Muthu, now you leave immediately from here as someone may watch us, “said Ashmita.

Muthu had already wrapped her lungi on his waist and asked, “Madam, should I come tomorrow by this time?”

“No, no, Muthu. Not regularly otherwise people watching you would be suspicious. You come after two days by this time, OK, dear,” Ashmita said.

“Sure, Madam, “he came closer to her, kissed her on the lips, picked up his basket of coconuts, and left from there.

After his departure, Ashmita got up naked and went directly into the bathroom not even bothering to close the entrance door. She started washing her cunt inside cleaning Muthu’s cum. What happened to her she thought, what she had become too, a Sex maniac or a cheap whore of a brothel! She only wanted a change in her Sex life, a thrill to be felt by these low-class people but ultimately it had landed her into an unquenchable thirst for lust and Sex. She had been fucked continuously by several people from yesterday afternoon.

The whole yesterday afternoon during her trip to Elephantas cave, she was fucked by Arjun, then in the afternoon by Sachin, another Auto Rickshaw driver, then in the evening by Arjun and that manual laborer Bhiku again in the slum, then whole night by Arjun and Bhiku in that garbage dump yard and early morning by that hateful beggar Nandu chacha even she was not spared while coming by Auto-Rickshaw today, that old sweeper, Birju had fucked her amidst the heavy traffic of Mumbai. And now that Narialwala, Muthu a few moments before. Oh, God! Was there no end? It was a marathon of Sex. No, it must be her increasing lust for these low-class people!

She was so distracted analyzing all these things that she didn’t even hear an Auto-Rickshaw stop near the gate of the entrance to the garden area. All of a sudden, she heard the heavy footsteps on the staircase. Then she came into her sense and cursed herself to forget to bolt the door of the entrance to the living hall which was kept ajar before she entered into bathroom. She wanted to rush to her bedroom so that she could wrap herself in some towel and nervously she opened the door of the bathroom. She was startled to find Sachin, the other driver of Auto Rickshaw, who was a friend of Arjun, smiling and showing his yellow teeth standing in front of the bathroom, virtually blocking her way and she could not even run into her bedroom. Then she glanced over his shoulder, another man was standing behind him, a fearsome personality, and a tall ruffian staring at her naked body intently and licking his black lips. The ruffian had already bolted the door from inside securely. Then Ashmita could feel the smell of cheap wine spread out through the entire living area due to the condensed air of AC. Definitely, these two persons were drunk now she assumed.

She got freaked and tried to cover her breasts with one hand and her crotch area with the other hand saying “What the hell is going on? Who the hell are you both? What are you both doing here entering a premise without permission?”

Sachin smiled and in a cool voice simply said, “Wait, wait Ashmita Madam, so many questions at a time. Don’t you recognize me? I am Sachin, Auto-Rickshaw driver, and friend of Arjun. Didn’t we meet yesterday afternoon near Gateway of India?”

“Well! Please let me go to my bedroom to cover myself properly and then we will talk,” whined Ashmita.

“Sure, madam, this is your house, how could I prevent you to move into your house? He is my friend Billa. In fact, we wanted to meet you, for a courtesy visit. When we both came we found the door opened and we were hardly aware of the fact that you were in the bathroom. Now, Ashmita Madam, still you don’t remember me and you don’t recognize me!” said Sachin in a soft voice with a devilish smile.

Now Ashmita felt trapped, she only wanted to rush into her bedroom and bolt from inside. That was the only way of her escape from there.

“Sachin, I know you. You are the friend of Arjun and I remember we met yesterday afternoon near Gateway of India, “she said in a meek and submissive voice.

Sachin turned his face towards his companion and said, “See Billa, Madam knows my name also. Thank God! She recognizes and remembers a negligent low-class person like me. Isn’t it obvious? Madam, could you remember we had a little fun last afternoon in that secret place surrounded by shrubs near that deserted factory area after you passed out.”

To escape from them was her first priority and in a submissive voice, she said softly with her dropping eyes, “Yes, I remember everything.”

“Did you enjoy my fucking? Did you like my cock?” again Sachin asked.

“Yes, “she said softly in fact she liked his fucking both in her cunt as well as in her Ass as he had a bigger cock than Arjun, really she liked his fucking. Her drunken memories from the previous afternoon started to flood back into her memory. She remembered having Sex with this person the previous day but at the time she wasn’t sure if it was a dream or not, all that entire she could remember was she was being fucked with him with an enormous dick so she just assumed it was a dream and she didn’t want to believe it.