The Law of Jungle

Bipasha moved towards them and touched their feet as all were elders who in turn blessed her by touching their hands on her head and planted warm affectionate kisses on both sides of her cheek. Lastly, she reached near her best friend Arpita, she hugged her tightly, and planted affectionate kisses on both sides of her cheek.

For a moment, Arpita stared constantly at her best friend Bipasha who was looking cheerful with her stunning beauty. Her beauty was tantalizing, teasing, and tempting. Bipasha had kohl-black hair and it plunged over her shoulders. She had nectar sweet lips. Arpita loved her curves of softness, she was the most astonishing girl she ever met... easy to talk to and fun to be around. Her eyes scanned the room with determination in search of Arpita when she entered the hall and when her eyes met her, she smiled. So beautiful it was like the stars themselves. She had a kind of understated beauty, perhaps it was because she was so disarmingly unaware of her prettiness. Her porcelain skin was completely flawless. Bipasha was all about simplicity, making things easy. Perhaps that was why her skin glowed so, it was her inner beauty that lit her eyes and softened her features. When she smiled and laughed one couldn't help but smile along too. She had that movie star look of overly tall and willowy. She wasn't just flawless in her bone structure; her skin was like silk over a glass and she radiated an intelligent beauty. Her tall frame and slender body were like a Victoria secret model. Her blue eyes, like the sea, were calm and emotionless. She had long, wavy black jet hair, so smooth and silky, almost as if it was tailored from ancient fabric

Alluringly, she would blink her eyes from time to time, allowing her eyelashes to flutter like the wings of a butterfly. My god, her eyes were simply spellbinding. Her seraph's ears were pierced by golden hoops that were concealed by black waves of hair, enhanced by highlights of pink and blue linen skirt ending high on her white bare thighs. She was wearing a skirt from where her two smooth, fleshy and glazing white legs were protruding out. She had tight tops and the outline of her 32B breasts could be well noticed which were bouncing with her steps. She watched her friend's skirt revealing the camber of her thighs. The backs of her thighs were bulging, her hamstrings were taut, her thighs were big and meaty in proportion to the rest of her body with larger ankles and calves. Her 32B boobs battled for attention, bouncing from her white tops. Her round sized prominent breasts were guessed from the cups of her bra as her cups and straps of the bra were prominent through the white transparent tops she wore. She had a deep cleavage where a red-colored heart pendant was hanging.

Her Amazonian figure sat well on her wafer-thin body. She had a decanter shaped waist and her complexion had an impeccable, ochrous hue. Her pencil-thin eyebrows eased down gently to her black eyelashes. When she broke into a smile, looking at her, her beguiling, oyster-white teeth lit up the room. Filed to perfection, her Venus-red fingernails ran through her black jet hair. Spools of it plunged around her photogenic face and hid a swan's neck, elegant and smooth. Her calamine-pink lips appeared like rose petals, they were plump. She had a demure, timorous personality. Her oxbow lips positively drooled with goodness. Oh! Those sugar candy-sweet lips, her elegant personality, all mesmerized her. Bipasha would always whisper to her in a dulcet voice as sweet as any songbird.

After receiving warm kisses from Bipasha, Arpita moved towards elders of the Chatterjee clan to seek their blessings. She looked towards Grandpa Bhaskar who was the best friend of her grand paa. Like her own grandpa, Grand paa Bhaskar was also very strong and masculine at the age of sixty. He was wearing a cream-colored pajama and kurta.

Then she looked at Grand maa Archana who was standing beside him. Arpita wondered how there were striking similarities between her own grand maa and Bipasha's grand maa. Archana Grand maa was also 56 years old like her own grand maa. She had a joyous personality. Like her own grand maa, Archana Grand maa also looked very young as if she was in her forties. She had clearly well defined, angelic, attractive, beautiful, and perfectly symmetrical facial features. Her large, voluminous firm, pendulous, mountainous, and conical breasts hung from the lean chest and big nipples extended out of her slender lean frame made her brazenly top-heavy. Her narrow thin taut waist curvaceously spread onto wide bottom and big hemispherical protruding inverted pots-like round hips. Her long, naturally oily, soft, silky, jet-black, lustrous, and shining thick hair reached her thunderous smooth banana trunk-like thighs. At this age, Archana grand maa was extremely curvy because her body had an incredible definition, with everything being tight, toned, and feminine, with low body fat, narrow waist, and wide hips. She looked very much younger than her actual age. She had a sweet, melodious, soft husky, and sexy voice. She was every inch a woman, glowing, exuding, and flaunting utmost feminine sexuality. It appeared that she was at her peak age sexually and matured beautifully like a ripe fruit. She was at the epitome of sexual prime. She was wearing a pure silk blue and gold color sari with a broad heavy gold zari border. She was wearing a glittering diamond nose stud, gorgeous gold chain. Her beautiful neck was adorned with a diamond pendant on a thick wide gold necklace chain beyond her breasts. Arpita looked towards Bipasha's parents. Dipankar uncle had a physique of college youth, a muscular personality, tall, fair and handsome like a Hollywood action star.

Arpita glanced towards Madhu Aunty. Ohh...God! she was so dazzling, fascinating, and enticing in her beauty that she could be the only competitor of her mom but both of them were the best friends without any jealousness. Madhu Aunty was exquisitely fair, delicate and she had a delightful, divine, and elegant personality. It was not exaggerating but she was sure that if ever Madhu Aunty would visit her college, definitely boys of her class would propose to her as she looked like a young girl. She had long silky hairs falling on her slender waist, whistling down from her bust, as smoothly as the water from a waterfall, the bends of her hips, so voluptuous that Arpita felt that as if it had been carved out by the creator who sculpted out of care and feels just like a potter would sculpt a vessel from raw clay. The bends of her hips and the fullness of her bosom were reminiscent of the idea of perfection. She had a rich vermillion streak on the forehead, her beauty for Arpita lay in the mysterious expressiveness of her big beautiful attractive, large, and eloquent eyes shaped like bamboo leaves, with a slight upward slant, and a chin showing every intention of doubling. She had slender eyebrows. Her crescent-shaped eyebrows inclined slightly as she saw Arpita staring at her. Arpita yelped at being caught. Her languid eyelashes of velvet-black blinked once slowly. She had glossy skin. She had shiny, halo-white teeth. Her hair was ebony-black. She had a comely figure which was stem-thin. Her curvilinear waist didn't surprise Arpita as much as the saffron tint to her complexion Arpita noticed her scrolled ears and her elegant nose. She nuzzled her with her nose and she couldn't believe it. Her luminous, heavenly-white teeth flashed as she smiled at her. Madhu Aunty's huge voluminous bouncing breasts were hanging heavily from her chest moving as she lifted both her hands to remove hairpins from her hair bun. She raised her hands, inserted fingers into a hair bun, removed hairpins, lifted and flaunted her hair to loosen further. Her long thick luxurious, lustrous wavy, smooth silky soft shining hair cascaded down reaching her mid-thighs.

Debika Aunty was 34 years old, slim, slender, and had an elegant personality. She looked so young that how could anyone believe that she was a professor of Anthropology. Arpita knew that she was also a spinster like her own Deboshree Aunty and both were bosom friends. Arpita was sure that the boys in her class might be only staring at her rather than listening to her lectures. Debika Aunty was graced with a look that could be of royalty. To Arpita, she was kind of a walking poem; she had this kind of beauty. She was a miracle to her that never ceased to be miraculous, full of pulchritude and forever beautiful; loving and caring and truly fabulous. Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eyes, an angelic beauty in the mole of her chin and every gesture; dignity and love. Her smile beamed like a ray of sunshine which filled her heart with love. Her enchanting beauty drifted a fountain of love into her soul; pouring unto her from heaven's brink when she saw her bright twinkling warm eyes full of beauty staring back at her with full of affection. Her beauty brought such delight with the heart, so warm and smiles so bright! which danced its way into her heart whirling on the tips of Angel's wings, scattering gold dust and kisses in her paths. Her allurement and beauty would often haunt her memory, it was a visual feast to her watching fluid moments of her prominent, firm breasts bouncing in her chest. She stared at curvaceous, lean, taut, hourglass body and the fluid movements of her beautiful hands while she was tossing her hair. She arranged her hair with deft hands covering her ears and left loose till they fell on the backside of her very low-cut blouse and she skilfully arranged by making loops with hands into a neat loose big beautiful bun without hairpins resting on her back.

Arpita moved towards them, touched the feet of all elders, and received blessings on her head with warm kisses on her cheek. She returned to Bipasha and cuddled her, led her near to the buffet table for breakfast as all the family members of two families had already started making breakfast.

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After breakfast was over, the usual shouts and laughter were everywhere in the hall. There were murmurs in the hall. The moms of Arpita and Bipasha were engaged in some serious talks. Their fathers Debashish and Dipankar were sitting together in a corner chatting something and cracking jokes with loud laughter. Both the aunties Debika and Deboshree were discussing something in academic interest in a corner. There was a TV on the side of the hall, and both the grandfathers were watching some sports or movies enjoying themselves with comments.

Arpita ushered her into the one side of the hall away from the elders and sat on the cushion chairs so that they could have their privacy and girlish talks.

Bipasha said, "Do you observe, how closely our family members are?"

Arpita replied, "Ours is not two separate families rather it is a close-knitted one family."

"But, one surprising thing is that our grandmothers have worn more jewelry and looking more dazzling than our moms," said Bipasha.

"You know, usually women at their prime age when growing old become more fascinated with jewelry and try to appear as younger," replied Arpita.

Both the girls laughed.

"Yesterday, I have had my first embarrassing experience of life when we both boarded the metro train while returning from college," said Bipasha.

"Why? What happened? Please tell me in details," asked Arpita.

"If you remember, yesterday the metro was unusually crowded in the evening and there was no space to move. When the train arrived, the heavy crowd pushed and jostled one another to get in the car and, we both were separated. I saw you entered the end gate of the car and I entered the 1st gate with much difficulty. After entering the car, I was pushed towards the middle of the car. The place where I was standing was dark as the lamp above had dim light. Every person's body, bag, and belongings were in contact with every other person.

After crossing a couple of stations into the journey, I felt something on my butt, something that was constantly touching and pinching me. It was sharp and rigorous. Given how crowded the metro was I assumed it was somebody's bag's buckle or zip as I felt it was sharp. I ignored it because there wasn't any space to even turn around leave alone asking people to move their bags. I had to stand squeezed in the crowd. I noticed that the touch was still present on my butt. This was weird. I decided to turn around and see for myself what's cooking. I saw a middle-aged man, somebody whom I would call 'Uncle' if I have to address him, standing very close to me, actually right behind me with his hand near his pants. What I saw next horrified me so much that I would never talk about it with anyone except you. and this was the first-time experience of mine in public. The man had his penis out which I assumed but I couldn't see it properly due to darkness only felt it as he was rubbing it against my butt. He had been doing this for the past 10-15 minutes and didn't even stop when I moved a bit from my original place to another side, he kept sticking it against me and moved along. I felt that hard object again digging into my backside. I tried to look down, afraid of what I was going to see. I could see his hand moving around in his pants. I stuck my elbow out and into his abdomen to keep him farther away from me. He just pushed harder. He didn't fear that others might see it. His lust was so strong that it overcame all other inhibitions that he might have had before committing the act. All of this happened in a matter of 5-10 seconds. It was a strange and horrible experience for me and I was very much afraid to oppose anything. Then I found one of his hands touching my navel and suddenly he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my jeans up to my buttocks and I was left with my panties only. Then he inserted his finger directly inside my pussy. I was so shocked and disturbed that I froze and unable to protest as my body was paralyzed. Then suddenly I felt a hard fleshy cylindrical thing entered between my ass cheeks as he pushed it hard inside me. Luckily that hard object did not enter my pussy, it got stuck in the anal cleft just between my pussy and ass hole. I came to my sense and vehemently opposed his action by quickly picking out that thing from my cleft and pulled my panties. With much courage inside me, I whispered to him with a warning that next, I would scream. I was so nervous and under tense that I was unaware of the fact that still, I was only with panties, and my jeans were falling under my buttocks. But before I think for further action, suddenly that wicked bastard jabbed his hard thing inside my ass cleft above the fabric of panties and moved it in and out of my ass cheeks. Although that hard cylindrical thing was not directly touching my skin, and I was feeling it with the fabric of my panties which was sometimes moving near my ass hole and sometimes near the entry of my pussy. He was holding my waist tightly in his left hand and squeezing my boobs in his right hand and simultaneously pushing in and out of his penis inside me. It went for some minutes and finally, I decided to pull him forcibly with all of my strength but alas, I felt some sticky liquid things sprayed on the fabrics of my panties, even some of the fluids passed through the fabrics and glued inside the walls of my ass cheeks. Before I could react to anything, the person withdrew his hand from my boobs and also withdrew his penis from my ass, and vanished like thin air. I got myself relieved with a breath. Before pulling my jeans above, I just stuck my finger to the fluids he left on the fabrics of my panties, I smelt it, it was a weird smell," explained Bipasha with a shy voice.

"Ohh...my God! Tell me, my dear friend, did you enjoy it as it was your first male touch?" asked Arpita with a naughty smile.

"What the hell are you talking about Arpita? It was virtually a rape," said Bipasha in an angry tone.

"Don't be angry dear, I was just teasing, and mind it dear, it was not a rape as still, you are a virgin girl," said Arpita in a consoling voice.

After some moment, Bipasha said, "Maybe, I might have enjoyed a little in my sub-conscious mind as immediately after the event when I was pulling up my jeans, I found my pussy wet."

Then Arpita said, "You know Bipasha, we are not only best friends but we are like twin sisters that's for why our destiny follow each other. On the same day, in the same moment, the same event also happened to me like you but in a different way."

"Tell me in details," said Bipasha in an anxious voice.

Arpita went on explaining, "I was pushed on by the frenzied crowd to a little distance from the door. I was sandwiched between an old man and another man. I had nothing to hold on to so I put my right hand on the ceiling. I tried to reposition myself so I wouldn't be touching anyone else. For a few seconds, I felt two hands on either side of my hip, running up and down. I wasn't sure of what just happened and showing my unease, and I tried to move these hands away. I tried my best to protect myself from being touched in a train where there was no place for me to even move my hands, or breathe, for that matter. There was this old man behind me, breathing heavily, then there were his hands which, I presumed, had touched me by accident. The next station came, and because of the rush. you don't have to move to go out, there's just a wave of people. All you have to do is keep standing otherwise you'll be thrown out of the car anyway. When the door opened people started to shift around. I moved so my side was facing this old man. Suddenly a hand that came from my left side grabbed my left breast and started fondling it. I tried to look behind me, but all I could see was a man, older, dark suit, about my height- It was so unexpected that I couldn't react immediately and stunned. The surrounding area was full of darkness. Do you remember, yesterday I put on a low-neck t-shirt? Taking advantage of suitable circumstances, the old man put his hand near my cleavage. His hand slid away inside me as my t-shirt was made of flexible fabric material. His hand felt the cups of my bra and without wasting time he lifted the cups upwards as a result my two boobs got free from the cups of the bra. He started to fondle my two raw breasts. It was my first unexpected experience in public when a male touched my breasts first time in my life. I was feeling a strange sensation and my nipples got hard and erected. God knows what happened to me, just I was paralyzed as if hypnotized by his action, and it appeared as if I was encouraging him instead of protest. The old man must have sensed it due to the hardness of my nipples, thinking that I was enjoying this. He pulled out my two breasts through the low neck of my t-shirt which popped outside. The old man made me straight to face him, and he bent down. Suddenly I felt the warm and wet tongue of his tongue on one of my nipples. Simultaneously, one of his hand crawled below my navel and found the elastic of my panties, the hand further crawled inside my panties, the fingers kept aside my pubic hairs ultimately found my outer labia, and finally, two fingers of his found way inside the inner lips of my pussy rubbing the clitoris above. Bipasha, can you believe, I was feeling as if 1000 volts of electricity was running through my body because his tongue was continuously sucking my nipples alternatively and his inserted fingers were coming in and out of my pussy with his thumb rubbing the clitoris of mine. It was my life's first experience and suddenly the dam inside my pussy got burst and opened, my liquid started oozing out which I think he must have collected in his palm. The moment it came out, with my left hand I squeezed his hand forcefully so that his fingers could go more deep inside my pussy and in my other hand I pulled on his face so violently towards my nipple that the poor old man had no alternative but to bite my nipple. I have still his sweet bite mark on my right nipple. The train was approaching the next station so we both withdrew from each other. Then I noticed he was slurping my liquids from his fingers. When the train started moving, slowly I started to feel it. Something hard was pushing against above my navel on my belly part. I couldn't see clearly the object in darkness, just saw the outline of a long member. I touched it, it was a hard and long meaty object. My hand encircled it and extended above to measure the breadth and length of the object. It must be 7th inches in length and was very hot. I tried to explore more and my hand found the coarse pubic hairs surrounding the so-called penis of his. Then with further exploration downwards, I felt two sagging balls under his penis and started molding those. The old man reacted immediately with a low moan and pulled my face towards his mouth, and frantically started kissing my whole face, biting my soft lips, and probed his dirty tongue inside my mouth. Bipasha, see the cut marks on my lips, the old bastard has violated my virgin lips. He started sucking my tongue, and you see I had also no alternative but to suck his tongue as it was another new sensation arising out of my body. I was still clutching his penis, and while clutching it, I found that the skin covering his penis could be pulled outwards and downwards. The old man whispered in my ear to pull up and down the skin of his penis. I was feeling like a small girl with a new toy. I started pulling the skin up and down by encircling my full hand on his penis. After some time, I felt His penis started throbbing in my palm, and a heavy amount of hot liquid gushed out from his penis filling my palm as well as sprayed to my t-shirt. The old man kissed me and withdrew his penis inside his pant. The next station was his destination I guessed so he moved near to the door and I couldn't see him further. My palm was full of his liquids so to clean my palm, I just rubbed my palm on my jeans. Then a bizarre thought came upon my mind, what would be the taste of that old man's cum as he had already tasted my juices so what is the harm to taste his. I just put my finger soaked with his cum inside my mouth, my goodness, it was such a bad taste, an unpleasant taste."