The Law of Jungle Ch. 15

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tell me you like this," he commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fantastic and wonderful, "replied Ashmita.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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