The Law of Jungle Ch. 14

Behind her in a safe distance, hiding amongst the bushes and flower plants, the coconut vendor, too, was masturbating. His eyes were riveted on her body. His cock glistened with pre-cum gunk as he stroked its enormity and his cock and fingers soon grew sticky with pale jizz-froth. He groaned softly. His penis was rock-hard and hot, throbbing and pulsating excitedly in his pumping fist.

On the deck chair, Ashmita's hips lurched at her wrist. Her shoulders were hunched; her head flung back, her lips parted in a wide 'O'. She mauled her breasts with mounting excitement, pumping the other hand between her legs. Her hips jerked up and down. Without pausing in her masturbation, she groped in her tote with her other hand and pulled out something. The coconut vendor squinted, trying to make out what it was. She pulled it free of the bag and he gasped when he saw that it was a fake rubber-type cock (A dildo). What he didn't know was that it was a vibrator as well, one of the latest creations of Hedon & Venery's sexual toys manufacturing division, which Ashmita purchased the day before yesterday from the grey market of Mumbai out of curiosity. Being the new thing, she wanted now to experiment. It was ten inches in length, with a two-inch diameter shaft. It was dark, the color of a black man's penis. Muthu thought there was hardly any difference in color between that fake cock and his own cock as his cock was also black like that one. The shaft was ingeniously ribbed and pitted, crisscrossed with ridges and unpredictable bulges, knobs, and spikes. It was of hard rubber, and the spikes were flexible. It had a thick cock-head and a strap around its base.

Ashmita looped the strap over one wrist and flicked the switch. It hummed softly and shook in her hand, growing hot and hard, like a real cock. The coconut vendor looked at her curiously, wondering what she was up to. Moaning to herself, Ashmita kissed the ersatz cock-head, and licked and caressed its shaft. It had a brace of balls at the base and she sucked these, relishing the feel of the uneven surface on her tongue and between her lips. She caressed her face with the dildo, rubbing it sensuously across her lips and cheeks, sucking and nibbling the cock-head. She slid the dildo over her breasts, rubbing it over her nipples, shivering in delight. Then she dragged it lower yet, down her belly, caressing the insides of her thighs and her cunt-lips.

She paused with it between her thighs. Her legs split apart and hooked over the arms of the chair and she slouched in the chair with her shoulders hunched, her breasts squeezed together, both hands holding the shaft. Slowly, she forced the cock-head into her cunt, and gasped loudly as the big cock-head stretched her cunt-lips open and bit into her flesh. Her back arched, her breath hissed between clenched teeth, and her body tensed. She forced it deeper still, jerking it slowly from side to side, moaning and gasping, her head arching back. She licked her parched lips, murmuring in pleasure.

Her cunt flamed with lust. Her thighs trembled with tension. Slowly, they yielded and relaxed and spread further apart and she pressed the vibrator deeper into her cunt. It felt good, big and hard and thick, filling her cunt to the brim, the spikes, and hard knobs scraping and pressing on her gorged clitoris as she slid it in deeper. Inch by inch, the dildo disappeared inside her till at last it was fully embedded in her cunt. Ashmita moaned loudly. Behind the bushes, the young man gaped, stunned. He had never even imagined anything like this.

Ashmita began to fuck herself. Her hands pumped back and forth, driving the big dildo in and out of her cunt. Now her hips jerked and heaved with rising urgency. Her head arched and she gasped loudly with pleasure. The thick shaft glistened with her cunt-juices. Faster and faster she went, her hand moving the vibrator-dildo feverishly back and forth. She pressed the button at the dildo's base. Instantly, the thing came alive, buzzing loudly, vibrating gently at first, and then faster and faster. Automatically, it moved back and forth, in an ingenious simulation of a real penis. It had been extensively tested infield, and the reports had been rapturous as told by the seller. The activated electric current ran through its in-built filaments, heating the water inside it till it was bubbling and steaming. The fluid pumped through the minute canals in the shaft, making it throb.

Ashmita went wild. She masturbated wildly, her hips heaving, her voice rising loud and clear, "Ohhhhhh... uhhh... Ohhhhh... uhhh... Ohhhh!" she cried.

She orgasmed, shuddering and moaning, gasping and tensing, arching steeply, jerking the vibrator furiously, and twisting this way and that in her cunt. At the last minute, as she hit her peak, she punched the button again. The machine in her cunt ballooned to monstrous proportions inside her cunt, buzzed and vibrated violently, twitched rapidly back and forth several times, and then, with a deep hiss, spat sharp jets of heated water deep into her slit. On and on it went, ejaculating like a real cock, and with each cum-shot, she arched and moaned, her clawed fingers keeping the dildo pinned inside her flesh till it was spent and drained. Gasping, she slid the vibrator slowly out of her cunt and tossed it on the table. She lay back, panting and sweating, her loins tingling with lust. She caressed her cunt and breasts dreamily, her chest heaving.

Now, Muthu couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't control himself so he decided to go nearer her, and he was mentally prepared to face any consequences if she sees him. Grabbing his basket of coconuts, his cock tucked back into his loincloth, he walked rapidly down the path towards her.

The crash of the waves muffled his footsteps and she didn't hear him till he was standing beside her. Her eyes were closed and she was still breathing hard, her naked body glistening with sweat. Her nipples were still nut-hard. Her hands were over her breasts, gently caressing them. For a minute, the man stood there, looking at her greedily. She sensed someone by her as she heard the slight footsteps and, thinking it to be Bhashkar, her husband, she smiled prettily. She squeezed her breasts in provocation and ran her tongue lasciviously across her upper lip.

"C'mon my dear husband, come and fuck me," she murmured.

Without opening her eyes, she turned her head and reached lazily for where she thought she would find her husband's penis. Her fingers fell on the bulging tumescence in his lungi and she gasped, her eyes snapping open.

"Who are you? How did you come here?" she gasped and screamed in shock.

"Nariel paniwallah (Coconut vendor)," Muthu said with a grin, "The entrance gate was open and I called several times but nobody responded so I entered and found you here. Madam, do you want some?"

Her hand was still on his cock. She flipped her sunglasses onto her head and looked at him steadily. She was trapped. The piquancy of the situation didn't escape her. The shock ebbed. A sudden frisson of sexual excitement coursed through her as she realized that he had probably watched her masturbating. A few moments before, she aspired to be fucked by a man from the low class of society and this Coconut vendor was suitable and perfect for her. Looking him up and down, she decided that she liked what she saw. He was very dark, obviously a southerner. He wasn't very tall, but his body was good.

His shirt was open low and she saw that his chest was nicely curved and cleaved, solid, the belly hard and flat, the torso smooth and hairless. He wore a black thread and an amulet around his neck. His lungi was tucked up to his thighs and she noticed that his legs, like his arms, were strong and thick. He had a rounded face, with a thick mustache, good teeth, a thick nose, and fleshy lips. His hair was long and curly, cropped close, the eyes small and piercing, glittering with lust fire. His hips were small, the buttocks taut and firm, well rounded. The cock beneath her fingers felt good and hard and big. She squeezed it gently and smiled.

"Yes," she murmured, "Yes. I want some. Thin cream or thick?"

"The coconuts have thin cream," he answered smoothly.

She smiled again in approval. Evidently, he had a sense of humor.

"Fine, give me one," she murmured lying back, releasing his cock.

The man bent and lowered his basket of green coconuts beside her, acutely aware of the proximity of her breasts and naked loins. She shifted slightly, moving her legs wider apart. For a moment, he froze, bent over, his front to her face, his buttocks thrust out, his head up, his eyes locked on the sight of the neat little triangle of silken dark pubic hair, the wink of her cunt-lips as they unfurled. She slid her hand up the backs of his thighs under his lungi and over his naked buttock. He tensed.

"Hurry up," she murmured. "I'm very thirsty."

He selected a coconut and straightened her fingers cool and gentle on his buttock. He tried not to squirm as he rapped the fruit expertly with his knuckle, tossing it round and round in his palm. Satisfied, he picked up his long machete and, deftly sliced the skin off the coconut head, and then hammered it open. It was brimming with cool, sweet liquid. He dunked a plastic straw into it and handed it to her.

Ashmita flipped the straw out. She held the fruit in one hand and tilted it to her lips. The juice was cool and sweet and refreshing. It dribbled over her chin down her neck. The man watched as it rivered between her breasts. She drained it and gave it back to him.

"Scoop the cream for me," she murmured.

Muthu plunged his knife into the soft flesh and with a few rapid circular strokes scraped out the milky white coconut cream and handed it back to her. She dipped her fingers into it and plucked out a long, slimy, slippery strand of the meat. Tilting her face back, she parted her lips wide, holding the coconut meat aloft. Her tongue slipped out and flicked at the dangling tail of the coconut, coiled around it, slowly drew it in, sucking and finally chewing on it. It was an incredibly erotic performance. She plucked at another piece and quite deliberately let it fall on her breast. There was no more in the coconut and she tossed it back into his basket. The man remained where he was, watching her. She took the strand of coconut flesh on her chest in two fingers and drew it in a wet, slippery line over one breast till it covered her nipple. It felt cool and moist and her lips parted in excitement. She squeezed his buttock gently and slid a finger into the cleft. The man's hips twitched. She slid a hand lower, between his legs and her fingers found his naked cock beneath his loincloth. The man gasped softly.

"Now I want to eat a banana," she murmured.

He turned around and flicked his lungi up over his hips. Ashmita smiled. His penis was dark and big, and, she noted with pleasure, circumcised (In fact his penis was circumcised by his parents due to a skin disease on the head when he was 3 years old). She heard from somewhere that person having circumcised cock tended to last longer. He was probably a Muslim she thought. Not yet fully erect, it was eight inches long and nearly two inches thick and growing rapidly in her fist. She looked at it hungrily. The man shuffled closer and she turned her face to his crotch. She began to masturbate him. Soon, his cock was rock-hard, throbbing in her fingers. His balls were big and heavy. She cupped them gently, teasing and tickling them. His pubic hair was thick and springy. With a quick flick of his wrist, the coconut vendor untied his lungi and flung it clear. He heard her moan softly and he chuckled and quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Naked, he was even better looking, his dark body glistening with sweat, superbly muscled.

Smiling down at her, he shuffled closer, his cock thrusting out at her face. He stretched an arm and cupped her breast in his hand. She shivered, her lips fluttering open, and he felt her breast grow heavier in his palm as he fondled it gently. Her nipple stiffened at his touch and he flicked it with his thumb. He dragged the coconut meat in a slippery trail across her nipple and she shivered in delight. Dragging it down into her cleavage, he drew it over her other breast and began to rub her nipple with it. She gasped softly, her rigid nipple quivering at his touch. She released his cock and lifted her breasts, squeezing them tightly together. Grinning with excitement, the man bent over and made her gasp by clamping his lips firmly around her free nipple, sucking on it with a steadily increasing pressure, nibbling gently.

He moved to the other breast and began to gnaw the coconut meat, sucking it half into his mouth and moving it round and round her nipple. His tongue and teeth and lips were all over her breast and nipple. She gasped softly and arched, her fingers entwining in his hair, her back bending to feed more of his breast into his hot mouth. His tongue was wonderful, rough and thick and wet and hot, flicking her nipple this way and that. He grunted suddenly as she craned her head and he felt her hot lips clamp on his nipple, her teeth delicately biting and gnawing while her free hand returned to his cock.

"I want to suck your cock," she mumbled, swirling her tongue over his nipple.

As aroused by the obscenity of her words as he was by her body, the coconut vendor straightened and thrust his cock at her mouth again. With one hand on her head, he pulled it forward to his loins, his other hand still kneading her hard breast. Holding his cock, she parted her lips and slipped her tongue out, and swirled it gently around his cock-head, savoring the musky tang of his cock-meat.

His breath hissed between his teeth and his belly sucked in sharply. He bent his head, watching her, transfixed by the sight of her pointed, pink tongue flickering like a serpent's on his cock-head. Her tongue moved with increasing rapidity and he felt the heat build in his loins. At last, she opened her mouth wide and slipped her lips around his cock-head. The man gasped, his head snapping back. Her mouth was incredible, hot and wet, her tongue electrifying.

Ashmita sucked his penis greedily, taking him deep in her mouth, her face distended. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, and her tongue did magical things to his cock-head. The man gasped and grunted and began to moan with pleasure as he fucked her face, moving her head and rocking his hips back and forth. He mauled and kneaded her breasts feverishly, relishing the feel of the heavy mounds, grown turgid with excitement, the rigid nipples quivering and rasping across his callused palms. Soon, his cock and her fist and lips grew slippery with his pre-cum gunk. It left slimy trails on her fingers and chin. She paused, gasping, deeply aroused, and caressed her face with his cock. He jerked her head back to his crotch and she sucked his cock again. Her mouth was incredible, and the heat in his loins became unbearable. His cock throbbed and pulsated in her mouth. He flung his head back as he fucked her mouth, his hips jerking back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unflexing.

"Yes... uhhhhh... yes... suck... suck it! Suck harder... uuhhhhhh oh, god... Suck harder, you whore... bitch... uhhhhh, Ohhhhh, uhhhh, Ohhh!" Muthu moaned and called obscenely, his penis sliding in and out of her mouth.

His loins flaming with lust heat, he made her get out of the chair and kneel before him so that he could fuck her mouth deeper and harder. Her lust was uncontainable now, and she obeyed with alacrity, kneeling before her anonymous lover and taking his penis deep in her mouth, holding it in one hand and sucking feverishly. Ashmita's head rocked rapidly back and forth between his legs. His hips pumped and writhed, and he flung his head back and gasped and grunted his joy. Somehow, he resisted the urge to explode and come into her mouth. He had to take her now, thrust his cock into her cunt and possess her. He could not be denied any longer. He broke away from her, panting and gasping. She, too, wanted to be taken like a slut, fucked like a bitch in heat.

Ashmita turned around on her forearms and knees, spreading her thighs wide, her buttocks thrust back at him in obscene invitation. She thrust a hand between her legs and pulled her dripping cunt-lips open for him. The sight drove him wild with excitement.

"Come on... fuck me... fuck me hard!" Ashmita muttered thickly.

The vision of her stunning body made him dizzy with excitement. Her breasts and the gold chain along with her mangal sutra around her neck dangled and swung and the bun at the nape of her long, elegant neck now come loose, silken hair framing her lovely face. He dropped to his knees behind her, his cock in his hand. It was hard and dark, throbbing greedily, and thick veins pulsed angrily along its length. The coconut vendor moaned at the sight of her fingers clawing her hair-rimmed cunt open. He shuffled forward and pressed his penis to her slit. His cock-head seared at the portals of her flesh and she moaned softly, bending forward, lifting her buttocks steeply.

"C'mon... c'mon, you motherfucker... hurry... fuck me, baby...fuck my slit... fuck me hard... c'mon, you son of a bitch! Do it!"Ashmita gasped, frantic for his cock, "C'mon... c'mon you fucking black negro... fuck me! Fuck my slit, motherfucker! Fuck me hard!"

The obscenities goaded him. Holding her slender waist, his strong thumbs parting her buttocks outward, he slammed his hips forward with a loud moan, his head snapping back, his eyes hooding and his mouth jerking open. Her cunt was hot and steaming, tight as a vise, and it swallowed his cock in its entirety, clamping fiercely on it, spasming uncontrollably, greedily.

"Ohhhhhh... uhhh... Ohhh, uhhh, yes!" he went on panting.

His cock was fiery hot, burning, and throbbing fiercely inside her cunt. Ashmita's head jerked up, and her mouth tore open in a wide 'O'of hot joy as she felt his monstrous pole sizzle and ream into her cunt. Her breasts were gorged and hot, her long nipples rigid with excitement. His penis was fantastic, hot and big and hard and thick, filling her cunt. She squeezed her cunt on it greedily, dizzy with lust.

Muthu slid his hands under her lovely body to cup her pendulous breasts. He squeezed them hard. She moaned. Her back was superb, beautifully arched and curved, the waist small and taut, the hips flared. Her back curved sweetly inward to the delectable, long hollow of her spine. The gold chain glistened around her neck. He held her breasts, moved out, and slammed in hard again with a shuddering moan. She cried out. Her throat was raw and the breath hissed from her parted lips. She began to jerk and move under him, moaning obscenely, panting and gasping. Her buttocks swung and writhed ecstatically against his loins, grinding round and round. She rocked back and forth with rising urgency, lurching forward on her forearms, and then forcing her butt back hard to his groin, impaling her cunt on his massive dick. The man gasped, straightening, the heat in his loins almost unbearable. Her cunt slid up and down the length of his cock. He gasped loudly, his head bent, watching transfixed as her cunt gobbled his cock, slid up, then down again.

He caressed her buttocks and, parting them, fingered her anus. She moaned, moving faster still. Her breasts and the gold chain along with her mangal sutra around her neck swung and jiggled and flapped. Her buttocks slapped against his strong thighs, his cock emerging as her cunt rose up against its length, then disappearing as she slid herself back onto him again and again. Muthu could hold still no longer. Holding her by the waist, he began to swing his hips in time to hers. At the same time, he rolled his hips in tight circles, skewering and reaming her cunt from all angles, probing every nook and cranny of her thirsty cram. His hips swinging and bobbing, his buttocks flexing and unflexing powerfully, his mighty, weighty balls slapping at her buttocks, going faster and faster and faster, pistoning like a trip hammer, his cock reaming and twisting and squeezing into her channel harder and deeper and faster with each thrust, he fucked her like a demon. His shaft rasped against her inflamed clitoris, rasping and sawing in and out. The air split with the sound of their rising voices.