Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

She smiled at him, and said, "Be at your home. You need not worry, now at least 3-4 hours nobody is coming here as my papa and Grand paa would return in the late evening from the office. My mom and Mihir Bhaiya would not return before 8.00P. M. From this moment till late evening, we both can enjoy with each other," said Bipasha.

"Let's go to the bedroom of your parents, I will fuck you there in your parent's luxurious bed," demanded Ramu.

"No, my dear husband, it might not be safer there as accidentally if the bed gets stained by our cum, then there will be a problem. Secondly, the way the bedsheet is arranged on the bed, my mom will get to know that somebody was sleeping there, Please," Bipasha pleaded in a soft voice.

"Okay, but first serve me some of the wine from your father's cabinet," Ramu ordered like a boss.

It took her a minute to register that. What the hell? She still could barely breathe from wanting him so much and he wanted to stop for a drink? But the sexual thrills and her lusty feelings towards Ramu overpowered her mind, and she wanted to be more submissive like a slave before him.

"Yes, my dear husband, I will obey your order. Let me bring the wine from my parents' bedroom," said Bipasha in a soft voice.

She was about to leave the room, then she heard his voice, "Stop, I will also go with you to your parent's bedroom. I want to see it again as it is so lovely and luxurious."

Bipasha led him silently towards her parent's bedroom. Bipasha opened the wine cabinet and picked out a full wine bottle.

Then she said, "You cannot drink here as the smell of wine will remain in this room, and my mom will get to know about this. I have to find an empty bottle so that I could pour wine from this new bottle to an empty bottle. Please remain here, let me find an empty bottle from the other room."

Bipasha left. Ramu was observing the entire lavish room as if he was mesmerized. Then he could smell the fragrance of the body smell of a female in the room. He thought it must be the body fragrance of Madhu, Bipasha's mom. He imagined one day he would fuck Bipasha's mom in this luxurious bed. Then out of curiosity, Ramu entered into bathroom. There, he could see used bra and panties of Madhu kept which she changed before taking her bath in the afternoon when Ramu was fucking Bipasha, and Ramu knew this fact. Immediately, Ramu rushed towards there to pick up the under-garments and started sniffing.

He could see some pubic hairs stuck in panties. He could feel the cunt smell of Madhu. Then he started licking both the garments, his cock became very hard. When he came out of the bathroom, he found Bipasha had filled up wine into an empty bottle. Both of them returned to Bipasha's bedroom. Ramu sat on the chair and placed the wine bottle, glass, and water bottle on Bipasha's study table. Bipasha was sitting on the bed just beside him. Ramu looked at the mirror. The mirrored wall-to-wall closet in the bedroom reflected the beautiful, blue-clad Bipasha and the dark Ramu in his bare body with lungi bathed in sweating.

"Bipasha, now, you prepare peg for me," Ramu ordered in an authoritative voice.

"All right, if you'd like, my dear husband," she got up from the bed, pulling her upright with him, and picked up the bottle from the table, poured Ramu a glass of wine after mixing up necessary water.

He downed it in one gulp which she noted uncomfortably, and then held the glass out for another, repeating the exercise after Bipasha had reluctantly refilled it.

When he attempted to pour himself a third glass, Bipasha pulled his hand away from the bottle and said gently, "I think you've had enough."

But Ramu earnestly protested, without defensiveness or hostility, but just as if he was explaining the matter, "No, I don't think I have," and he poured and drank a third glass of wine before he twirled over to the bed and fell back on it with a carefree giggle.

Ramu didn't look drunk exactly. Ramu glanced at her face, it's usually porcelain hue a rosy red, her lips moist and parted, her gray-blue eyes still wide and dark. Surprisingly, he saw an anxiousness in them, as well as something he couldn't quite identify, she looked...his future wife so sexy. Bipasha could see his lust in his eyes. Then all of a sudden, another bizarre thought came to her mind for her sexual fantasy, to excite Ramu more.

"My dear husband, do you know, how much I love you! Now, I feel that I cannot survive without you. I want to be your wife in real life. Would you marry me?" she asked.

"But, can it be possible in real life? I think no. I am 40 years old, a black, dirty, and uneducated man from the slum. You are white and beautiful, young, educated, and a rich girl. Your parents would not agree. It is impossible," said Ramu.

"There is a way," said Bipasha. "What's that? please tell me immediately," asked Ramu in an eager voice.

"You make me pregnant so that I could force them to get married to you, and you will be the son-in-law of this household. Everything will be yours including me," said Bipasha.

"Waaaoooo, what's an idea. We will do it. I think you are already pregnant as I cummed in your pussy afternoon. If you are not then now, I will cum inside you. You know, I love you more than anything in this world. You are my sweet wife, my little darling, my life, and my everything," said Ramu and jumped out of the bed.

He tightly embraced her and started kissing her frantically. Bipasha could feel the hard wine smell coming out from his mouth. She said, "My dear husband, from this moment just imagine that we both are married and you are son-in-law of this family. We both are staying in this room. Now, leave me, I want to go to the bathroom."

Bipasha went inside the bathroom and took the pills. Ramu was flying with joy. He never imagined that things could be materialized so fast. He kissed the ring, the ring given by sadhu had started to work as fortune had started smiling upon him. He thought all his planning was going to take proper shape from now, and he would be the son-in-law of this house, a wealthy man very soon. Then he noticed the bathroom door. His dream sequence of afternoon flashed before his mind. He could envisage his future mother-in-law, Madhu in the room, reading a magazine with her back to him.

Ohhh...God, he had a hard one. Bipasha entered the room and sprawled across the bed. Bipasha stretched sensuously, the movement pulling her blue dress tautly against her full tits. Ramu moved behind her to wrap his arms around her torso. His hands settled over her belly and, she moved against him, loving the warmth of his body snuggled so perfectly against hers, back to front. Bipasha gasped, started to call him a crazy man, but words escaped her. Ramu moved his hands from her belly and slid them with agonizing slowness over her ribcage until he cupped her breasts in his palms.

"My husband!" Bipasha pressed her lush curves against his body, teasing him to the point of madness as she kissed her way over his chest and abs.

She raised her two hands so Ramu could pull off her tops. Then he removed her bra. His fingers were toying with her nipples, teasing and tweaking her into a slow melt. She was burning. He bent and sucked one of her nipples hard and fast into his mouth. With his arm at the small of her back and his massive thigh thrust between her own, supporting her ass, she arched up to him, suspended in the most delicious rapture. Ramu laughed, the sound all low and rumbly, as his thumbs went to work on her puckered nipples. Over and over, he circled the flesh, pinching lightly before soothing them with his fingertips. Bipasha's head lolled back to rest on his upper chest. The thud of his heart pounded against her back. Oh, yeah, he was turned on, too. His breath rushed over her cheek, hot and fast.

"Have I told you how pretty your breasts are? You have the sweetest, pinkest nipples I've ever tasted," said Ramu.

Bipasha moaned low. Ramu rolled over her, kissed her again, and his breath sped as a need for her, the chance to show her his love not only in word but in action roared through his body. His erection tightened against her soft belly, and hot to give in to the sensation, Ramu rubbed his cock against her pussy, loving how damp she was, how ready. Lust crawled over his flesh as he broke the kiss to trail his tongue over her throat and lower to finally take a puckered nipple into his mouth to suck.

"You are killing me, my husband," moaned Bipasha.

"I haven't even started," said Ramu.

"Uh oh," panted Bipasha.

Again, he laughed, but all humor died when he abandoned her breasts to reach for the hem of her blue skirt. Up, up, up it went until he had it gathered in a bunch at her waist. A strong arm reached under her knees, effectively cutting off her tepid protest. Ramu's hands swiveled her bottom and lifted her legs onto the cushion beneath her. His hands traveled over the curve of her hips, along her rib cage, barely caressing the sides of her breasts, only to gently push her shoulders back so that she lay prone. The same hands gathered her crumpled dress at her waist and worked it slowly over her hips and down her bare legs, leaving her feeling more vulnerable than ever before. She heard it landing with a soft thud on the floor. Warm air caressed her exposed thighs, and sensation curled low in her belly, pulsed in her pussy.

Wet. Beneath the lacy panties she wore, her flesh was drenched. Ramu inserted a leg between hers to prod her legs apart. "Open up for me. I want to touch you," he said.

His fingers pushed beneath the elastic of her panties, and she felt momentarily embarrassed by the flood of juices that drained from her body. Then she felt it, a light nibble on her ankle! Teeth raking softly down to the graceful arch of her foot. How could such an innocent touch have her hips wantonly arching up, looking for the same attention? Bipasha felt his firm lips and nipping teeth move up her calf while his hot tongue flickered out to soothe over the seared skin. Unyielding lips met with the silky skin on the back of her knee, his calloused hands lifting a leg leaving her already slick folds completely open to him. Myriad fractured emotions raced through Bipasha with erotic hunger. Was this really her? The girl who had barely reached tepid satisfaction with this street man who had been fucking her randomly for two days. She felt his warm breath flutter across her clit, his stubble-roughened cheek pressed against her trembling thighs, teasing her with long licks of his wicked tongue along the inside of her legs. Pleasuring her, this street man had her forgetting all about who was she. And he had her begging for more.

"Please!" Bipasha panted. Her body tensed in anticipation when his roving tongue reached so close to her wet folds, but Ramu pulled away at the last second, chuckling as Bipasha arched her back and pulled against her restraints, looking for his mouth to fully connect with her sex. "Please..." the plea escaped again, her hips bucking up just as his tongue swiped directly over her slit, giving her the intimate kiss, she had been begging for.

Bipasha felt a deep rumble emanate from his chest as Ramu settled between her thighs and cupped her ass firmly in his palms, raising her hips higher, giving his mouth better access to her weeping pussy. His shoulders pushed her thighs even farther apart, holding her wide open to welcome his tongue even deeper inside.

"Oh. My. God! Yes, please!" moaned Bipasha.

The pressure was building quickly and Bipasha knew he was going to make her climax. This was something a hunger that she wasn't sure she would ever assuage. Unable to stop herself, she wriggled her hips harder against his mouth, silently demanding that he fulfill his unspoken promise. She was ultimately forced to let him set the pace, to have full control over her pleasure. Wild hunger fanned by masterful strokes had a scream building deep within her chest.

Lost in the sensual haze of pure carnal bliss, Bipasha trembled in need, barely cognizant of what he was saying. "Umm, sweet liquid heat. I could spend hours tasting you like this."

Ramu's voice was muffled against her slick folds as his tongue laved at the sensitive bud of her clit. Something deep within Bipasha stilled for a moment at his words. But when he pulled her clit roughly into his mouth, sucking on her, any remaining coherent thoughts flew out of her delirious head. Desperate for release, Bipasha sobbed while her head thrashed from side to side.

"That's it, baby, you're going to come for me," his words growled against her flesh, "This sweet juice is all mine!" Bipasha felt her sex ripple in response to his possessive words.

He increased the pressure of his mouth on her nub while his thumb parted the globes of her ass. When she felt him rub her wetness from her folds to slowly play with the entrance of her anus, she nearly choked on her breath. When he pushed a single digit against the tight entrance, her hips shot off the mattress, only to bring her more solidly against his roving mouth.

"No, I...Mmmm." She felt his lips leave her pussy, instantly feeling robbed at the loss of his heat against her.

"Relax, baby, let me play with what is mine," with that said, his teeth pulled on her engorged nub, the pleasure-pain from her clit coinciding with his finger slowly entering her backside.

Splintering sensations dispersed from her core, her womb convulsing, her body racked by an orgasm so hot that she cried out in gratification. Bipasha's climax was pure euphoria, leaving her gasping for air as small spasms continued deep within her womb. Never had Ramu gone down on her in this manner previously, offering her total rapture with just his mouth and a single finger. Gradually, Bipasha came down from her high to feel his body lying beside hers, holding her in his arms. His powerful arms offered her a solace she didn't realize she needed until now. Rough lips nuzzled her breasts, deliberately pulling her peaked nipples into his hot mouth one at a time. The rough skin of his hands played with the flesh of her ass, massaging gently. Desperate to feel him with her hands, Bipasha's entire body jerked.

Lips pausing on her nipples, he drawled roughly. Already she could feel her body responding to his caresses. She whimpered when his touch began to change, becoming more demanding. Bipasha could feel his thick cock straining and pressing against her hip. The hunger to get her hands on him grew, the need to have his length in her hand and inside her was overwhelming. She craved to touch him! Never in a million years had she ever believed she would respond so wholeheartedly to a street workman. But he didn't feel like a slum man, he was her husband of the world of fantasy. Her body seemed to welcome him like a long-lost lover finally returning home. The light hair on his muscular legs teased her already tingling skin. The roughness of his skin rubbing against hers only heightened the differences between their bodies. Lean hips settled between her legs, the length of his iron erection pressing along her stomach. Strong fingers plucked at her peaked nipples. She quivered underneath him, astonished at how much she enjoyed the new sensation of pleasure-pain as he massaged her breasts with increasing pressure, tweaking her nipples a little harder each time.

Moaning her delight, Bipasha hissed, "My nipples, more, please don't stop!"

Ramu was too happy to oblige, paying homage to her breasts with nipping teeth and twisting fingers. His muscular chest pressed her farther into the mattress beneath her. She could feel his light body hair rubbing enticingly over her smooth skin, causing delicious friction that had her trembling in his arms. Bipasha was shocked at how fast her body was building up to another climax. And judging by the increased grinding of his hips and the precum that she could feel spreading into her belly button, he wasn't too far off either.

"Please, I need you inside me now..." she begged without compunction.

Trembling beneath him, she tried to get closer still. If her mind had been clear of desire, she would have felt him pause at her plea, but Bipasha was too far gone with wanting him to notice.

"So beautiful, so hot. Ready for me," Ramu finally whispered.

When he settled back over her, the feel of his cock pressing into her entrance was more than she could handle. Raising her hips in an invitation, straining to get closer, she demanded, "Kiss me!"

Having yet to taste any part of him, she was dying for his mouth on hers. Bipasha felt his body stiffen with lust. When his tongue traced the outline of her lips, Bipasha's fingers clenched into tight fists, straining against his body. His tongue became more aggressive, pushing past her lips, demanding entry. His mouth ravished hers, his hands sliding down to her hips, positioning her underneath him. She savored the taste of him, intoxicated by her own tangy musk that lingered on his mouth, and something more, something familiar that tugged at her memory on an elemental level... And then he was there perfectly positioned to take her on the wildest ride of her life.

The thick head breached her opening, and Ramu pushed inside so slowly she thought she'd scream from frustration. The tender, slow fucking was beyond delicious and better than any sex she'd ever had before, but she needed more and wanted it now. Tension whipped through her system until she was drawn so finely, she thought she might break. Tighter and tighter the pleasure wound. Ramu gripped the front of her thighs, pushing harder, faster, higher, deeper.

"I'm coming, my husband. I'm coming," Bipasha screamed.

"Yeah. That's it. Do it, honey, because I don't think I want to wait for a second longer for you to come apart. I love fucking you like this," said Ramu.

Inner walls milked the thick stalk in little spasmodic pulses. Bipasha screamed which resounded her room. When Ramu found her clit and squeezed it hard between his thumb and forefinger while continuing to plunge deep, she whimpered, gasped, then groaned low as her body shook with her climax.

"God, you're sweet," he said, his words dark and more seductive than any she'd ever heard.

The way she wiggled her ass, pushing back against his hard cock was getting both more and more desperate as they teased each other. Ramu wanted to keep teasing her but was losing control as the movement of her ass and pussy drove him crazy. She was pushing her ass back harder trying to force his cock into her pussy.

She turned her head, looked at him in the eyes, and shouted at him, "Fuck me! My husband, stop teasing me! Fuck me hard! Now! Do it! Do it!"

It was as if a dam had broken. Ramu was so hot and horny he just had to pound her pussy, take her and use her. He felt so raunchy and lost all reason as he rammed his cock in her, holding her hips as he pounded her as hard as he could.

"Ohhhhhhhh, yeah, fuck me, fuck me, yeah that's it, harder... harder, fuck me harder, Ohhhhhhhh baby, baby harder, harder... fuck my pussy! Ohhhhhhhhh baby I love how you fuck me, yeah, yeah, Ohhhhhhh baby, Oohhhhh, yeah, Oohhhhhhhh... fuck I'm cummmmming! I am cummmmmming! Keep fucking me, keep fucking me, hard... harder and more," she screamed as she moved forward and back against him, his cock deep in her dripping pussy.

Suddenly, he surprised her again and roughly threw her on her back, knowing he had more strength when she was on her back. Ramu was already on the verge of exploding and rammed his hard cock deep into her pussy with a ferocious thrust.

He pulled out and rammed his cock again and again screaming, "Give me your cunt! Give me your cunt!"

He wanted to give her the fuck of her lifetime. "Fuck me! fuck me!" Bipasha screamed," Give me your cock! cum in me my husband! cum in me!" she shouted. "Ohh, fuck I'm cummmmmmmmng too! Oh, fuck! Cum in me! I want all your cum!" she screamed.

Bipasha surprised him by putting her legs on his shoulders, lifting herself off the bed, arching her back, giving him complete access to her pussy. Ramu pounded her back to the bed causing the bed to squeak and the headboard to bang against the wall.

He panted, "Ohh Bipasha, my wife," as he ejaculated thick loads of sperm into her cunt, pouring his thick hot sperm filling her cunt.

A moment passed, then another, his cock finally ejaculated loads and loads of hot lava, thick sperm into her cunt. She gripped his cock, squeezed, and sucked all his sperm with her cunt muscles into her, draining and emptying him. This is what she wanted, she wanted to be fucked, and he determined not to disappoint her. she breathed heavily as he ejaculated to fill her cunt with his thick sperm.

"Take it! Take all my cum!" Ramu yelled as he grounded his hips against the cheeks of her ass, trying to push his cock even deeper into her hungry cunt.

Huge, thick ropes of white-hot cum shot deep into her overflowing vagina. His cock continued to buck and squirt while her hot cunt sucked and pulled on the spewing giant, coaxing out more and more of his thick, hot cum. Bipasha shivered and shook under him as both their climaxes seemed to go on forever. At last, as the end of his cum spurted into her flooded hole, she collapsed and was exhausted. Ramu stood behind her, his still hard cock buried in her still clutching cunt, and his sweat-covered body cooling in the humid air. He felt her whole-body tremble and shake again as they climaxed together and then they both collapsed against each other on the bed, his cock still buried deep in her pussy. After 10 minutes, Ramu got up from the bed and picked up the bottle of wine where around half of the bottle contained the wine.

Bipasha made a feeble protest, "Please dear, don't take. You have already taken too much; you will get drunk."

"Nothing will happen to me, I am a regular drinker," Ramu said.

With three gulps, he emptied the bottle and fell on the bed. Could she learn to live without this kind of sexual pleasure and this man she'd manipulated from the day of the beginning? Could this man fulfill her insatiable desire? Ramu pulled her against him and held her as if he never wanted to let her go. Her hands swept his side, bumped against the damn black cock between his two legs. Both of them fell asleep. Bipasha opened her eyes. It was still daylight. She disengaged herself from Ramu's embrace, went to the bathroom, washed her face. She felt very refreshing as it was the hardest fuck, she ever received from Ramu. When she returned to the room, she found him in sleep, not in deep sleep.

He was mumbling, "My Bipasha, my wife. You will always be mine."

Bipasha thought it was the time to send him off from the house premises otherwise any moment anybody could come, the fear of discovery was always lurking. She called him several times to wake him up, but he was mumbling only.

Again, he mumbled, "I can't go anywhere, I will spend tonight here, with you, with my wife. I am the son-in-law."

Now, Bipasha realized that the man was too drunk to move from there. A cold sweat trickled on her forehead due to nervousness. She thought if this drunk man would not move out from her bedroom, and the premises, then what would happen? Every one of her family would get to know of her affair with Ramu. She cursed herself for this sexual adventure. She was such a fool. Immediately, she rushed to the bathroom and brought water, she sprinkled water into the eyes of Ramu. With his half-opened eyes, Ramu tried to get up from the bed but could not.

Then she heard his muffled voice, "I want to pee."

Bipasha feared this drunk fellow would spoil her bed, in a frantic voice, she said, "Wait, wait, I will take you to the bathroom."

With greater difficulties, she pulled his two hands with all of her force and made him sit on the bed. Again, she pulled him towards the edge of the bed so that he could climb down easily from the bed. He rose and tried to walk, but staggered and would have fallen had not Bipasha standing by held him up. He staggered away from her and grabbed the doorknob. Bipasha put one of her hands under his armpit and virtually dragged him towards the bathroom.

On reaching the bathroom, Ramu asked, "Why am I here?"

Bipasha said, "You wanted to pee?" Ramu said, "Ohh...yes, but where is my cock?"

Bipasha realized he was too drunk to know what happened around him. She was repenting like anything. She bent down, raised a little upward of his flaccid dangling cock so that he could pee properly. He couldn't even walk straight all the way back to her room, still staggering, and lunged up the steps, but Bipasha supported him and made him sit on the chair. Then she found Ramu staring at her in his red eyes. She was anticipating something unusual and her mind was working speedily on how to get rid of this drunk man, how to drive him out of the house premises.

Then Ramu asked, "Bipasha, are you my wife or not?"

She responded, "Yes." "Tell me, do you like my cock or not?" Ramu asked.

When he found Bipasha silent, he yelled, "Hey, you bitch, you are a whore of mine, you are my slave, then why are you not responding to your master? Hey, bitch respond to me what I am asking?"

Bipasha remained silent with a cold fury inside her as she didn't want to argue with a drunk person. She knew a drunk person had to be tackled with soft words and affection otherwise they would become violent.

"Yes, my dear husband, I like your cock," she responded immediately.

"That's like a good wife," Ramu said in a satisfied tone.

Then there was a phone call. Bipasha received the call, it was her mom who informed her that she would be getting late not before 8.30 P.M. Thank God, now there was enough time. She watched outside; it was getting dark outside slowly as evening was approaching. Then she planned how to tackle the situation. By any means, she would lure this fellow outside, she could no longer lead him on the main street as people could see both, even patrolling police could see them, then where to lead him? An idea came to her mind. She could lead him to the backside area of her house where he was working on that day when he fucked both Arpita and herself. That area was deserted and dark, a small road was passing through that area as some slums had cropped up nearby. She would leave him in that area, let this bastard remain there, the moment he regained his sense, he would return to his slum at his own will.

If she would go out with Ramu now, nobody could even notice from Arpita's house as it was dark now. In a very soft voice, she said, "My dear husband, let us go for an evening walk outside, I feel suffocated here. We both can breathe fresh air outside."

Ramu agreed immediately with the proposal. Due to hurriedness, she didn't wear anything beneath her shirts and skirt. She put her small money purse. Bipasha carefully supported him while getting down in staircase by putting one of his hands on her shoulder and clutched him tightly with one of her hands under his armpit although his steps were unsteady. She locked the door of the house, and in the same manner, she supported him and led him up to the main gate. Once they were out of the main gate, she breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, nobody was there near the main gate. Before anyone seeing them, she led him towards the backside area of her house. A drunken person could no longer maintain his posture and equilibrium of the body while walking.

Ramu was walking and moving in a clumsy and zigzag manner despite being supported by Bipasha. With such difficulties, they reached that dark area, Bipasha could see everything clearly as it was a fool moon evening. She made Ramu sit under a big tree by supporting his back on the trunk near the roadside. Now, she was relieved from a very difficult task, let the bastard languish here, she thought. She was about to leave when she saw a headlight of a vehicle that was coming towards their way. For a moment she thought, would it be right to leave this person alone here? The poor fellow had given her full sex satisfaction irrespective of the fact that he was drunk now. After all, she had some humanity, she could help him in some other way by requesting somebody to help him.

Kallu was a driver cum owner of an Auto Rickshaw. He would toil hard by running his Rickshaw from morning to evening throughout the city, picking up passengers for hire. Kallu had a peculiar personality, he was 55 years old man with full grey hair on his head and a grey beard on his face. He was black but had a masculine and strong physique. In the evening, he would stop by the slum area behind Bipasha's house for cheap country-made wine. He would consume three or four glasses of cheap wine, and after becoming a little drunk, he would return to his slum. It was the daily routine life of the slum dwellers. As usual, Kallu was returning home that day after being a little intoxicated.

Being intoxicated, he was in a merry mood, and he was whistling a tune of an old movie song. Then his headlight focussed on a beautiful girl standing by the side of the road and waving her hand, signaling him to stop. Kallu stopped the Auto just near her. In the headlight of Auto Rickshaw, he could see her clearly, a very sweet beautiful tender girl in a skirt, a pure white in color was standing by the side of the road. Definitely, she was a school kid from a very respectable family he thought, but he wondered why was she alone in this deserted area so early in the evening, she must be in some problem and needed help. Bipasha's eyes dazzled with the harsh light of the vehicle falling on her face, and she felt blind for a moment and put her hands on her eyes. Bipasha could feel the vehicle stopped very near to her, then the light was switched off, Bipasha slowly opened her eyes, the entire area was again enveloped with darkness, and she could see a person sitting in driving seat.

Her eyes concentrated more in darkness, and with moonlit, she could see a bearded old man with a grey head, who looked to be very gentle and helpful. "Uncle, can you help me?" Kallu heard a very sweet and tender voice as if a cuckoo was pouring its voice in his ears.

Kallu grinned, showing some of his upper toothless mouths, and replied in a soft voice, "Sure, baby! Please tell me your problems if I could help you."

"Uncle, I am living nearby, there," Bipasha indicated all those high rising buildings of rich persons, "Just some moments before, I was walking in front of our house with my pet cat. Suddenly, the cat slipped off from my hands, jumped, and ran away towards this side. I followed the cat and came across this site. Then I found a person lying under a tree. I am very much worried about him; I don't know who is he? But I don't like that he should be left alone in this deserted place. Can you carry him to his home? I will pay you the hire charges," requested Bipasha.

Kallu glanced towards Bipasha. She was standing inches away from him. The moonlit brightened her beautiful, smooth and innocent face. She was so fair like marble white wearing a skirt up to her knee, she was so lovely that anybody would aspire to her as his little daughter Kallu thought. Kallu had two married daughters, and he wished if he had a little daughter like this girl. She must be the daughter of a very rich and Aristocracy family, but very kind in her heart, a good Samaritan. Kallu used to carry young schoolgirls in his Auto Rickshaw, and he had a good idea about them. Often, he had seen school scout girls in the white dress with red cross badge helping poor disabled men and blind men across the road. He would consider them little angels, and this girl was one among them.

"Are you in school?" he asked her.

Bipasha nodded her head like an innocent schoolgirl. "OK, show me where that person is lying," said Kallu.

Bipasha led him near the tree where Ramu was half asleep by supporting his back and head on the trunk of a tree. After observing him keenly from near, Kallu exclaimed, "Ohhh...my God. It is Ramu."

"Do you know him?" asked Bipasha. "Ohh, yes. He is my next neighbor in the slum. Getting drunk is his daily habit, I think today, he must have consumed a heavy quantity of wine. Thank God that you found him here at this stage and luckily, I also arrived at the right time. It is all God's wish," said Kallu.

Kallu lifted him, but Ramu couldn't walk, Ramu tried to walk but stumbled and fell under the tree. Kallu lifted him once again, Ramu tried to stand one more time, but to no avail, again he fell.

"Ohhh my God," Kallu muttered, "Baby, please help me so that we both can lift him and carry him up to Rickshaw."

This time, both of them managed to pull him upright by clutching Ramu's two hands on each side. Ramu half-opened his eyes and seeing Kallu, mumbled, "Ohhh, Kallu Bhaiya (Brother), it is you. How you come here? I was having my evening walk with my wife, Bipasha. Where is my wife?"

Then he noticed Bipasha, "Kallu Bhaiya, you see! My wife is always beside me. She loves me very much. She always stays beside me." Ramu dragged Bipasha and forcibly kissed her on the lips.

It was an embarrassment for Bipasha in front of Kallu. She struggled to free herself from him. Kallu immediately slapped hard on Ramu. "Shut up you wicked fellow. Are you in your sense or gone crazy? Stop your misbehavior to her. This little angel has helped you, and you are returning this favor to her," Kallu threatened him.

"Sorry, my dear little girl for his misbehavior as he is not in his senses, he is fully drunk," Kallu said further.

They were just about to reach the Rickshaw. Ramu stopped suddenly. "No, Kallu Bhaiya. This is my wife Bipasha. She is a rich man's daughter and I am her husband. I am going to marry her very soon, and I am not going to stay in the slum. I am going to stay with her in their building. I will be going to the office with her father, my father-in-law in their car," mumbled Ramu.

Kallu laughed heartily and said, "Ok, ok," he turned towards Bipasha, and said, "Baby, never mind the words of a drunk person as he doesn't know what he is saying."

"Believe me Kallu Bhaiya, I am not telling lie. I work in their garden. Both of us love each other. Today, the whole day I have fucked her in her bedroom in absence of her parents, and she likes my cock very much. Bipasha, tell this man, how have you enjoyed my cock inside your cunt?" mumbled Ramu.

Bipasha was very much embarrassed and nervous by hearing all this. Both of them reached near the Rickshaw supporting Ramu. All of a sudden Ramu stumbled again and his lungi was slipped off from his waist, he was completely naked before both of them, his big cock was hard and throbbing before them.

Ramu held his cock aiming towards Bipasha, and said, "Bipasha, see my cock, and now, don't you need my cock further?"

Kallu again slapped him and forcibly pushed him to the back seat of the Rickshaw where Ramu remained steadily without saying further any words. Ramu preferred to sleep and closed his eyes. Bipasha was relaxed now, but still, she was feeling a little bit nervous.

She said, "Thank you, uncle." Then she opened her money purse, and asked, "Uncle, how much I have to pay you for carrying this person?"

Kallu was very much moved by the innocence and kindness of this little school girl. "No baby, I will not charge a single pie for this. Out of humanity, you have done this, and in the same manner, I will carry him to his home as he is also my neighbor," Kallu said.

Kallu was standing close to Bipasha. Before leaving, out of courtesy, he asked, "Baby, I have never seen such a sweet and kind-hearted girl like you. By the way, what's your name?"

Spontaneously, Bipasha said, "Uncle, my name is Bipasha."

Then she realized her mistake. She should have given him a fake name, but immediately she couldn't think of a fake name as she was nervous as well as unmindful because she was only concerned about Ramu, and she spelled out her original name spontaneously from her subconscious mind. On hearing this, Kallu was shocked as if he had touched a live electric wire. He stared intently at Bipasha and thought then Ramu was right although he was drunk. What Ramu was telling in his drunken stage was true. But he couldn't believe it at once. He wanted to confirm it. Bipasha could well understand the meaning of his staring, she felt further nervousness as her heart was beating fast.

"My dear little girl, I am a good man. Please don't tell me a lie. Just I want to know, do you know Ramu? If so, how do you know him?" he asked in a soft voice.

Bipasha remained silent. She knew that it would be very difficult on her part to tell further lies and fictitious stories as this stranger could not harm her. "Yes, I know him. He works in our garden, but please don't ask me how he got drunk," she made a short reply.

"Just before now, Ramu was telling something. Is it true?" further asked Kallu.

With her downcast eyes, she remained silent. "There is no harm of a rich girl like you to have an affair with a poor man of the slum-like Ramu, sometimes it happens," he said softly.

Bipasha bent her head and bowed down with shame which Kallu could well notice. He was an experienced man. He understood that Ramu was somehow managed to seduce this school-going rich kid and had fucked her. Ohh...God, Ramu, the lucky bastard, how could he fuck this so soft, tender, beautiful fair rich girl? He must be fucking her for quite a long time. He imagined how Ramu's massive cock could have accommodated inside the cunt of this little girl. He imagined all types of erotic thoughts, and his hard cock was throbbing and straining against his pant. He thought he had to proceed first so that he could get a chance to fuck this girl. He went nearer to Bipasha, their bodies touched each other, he lifted her chin in one hand, and in his other hand, he encircled his neck and pulled her towards his chest.

Kallu felt as if a thousand volts of current were passing through his body as it was the first touch to her and his cock was about to burst. In a husky voice, he said, "Don't worry baby, I will never reveal this secret to anybody. Please be rest assured, it will be within us only."

Bipasha didn't protest his touching as she was very much disturbed emotionally due to shame. She started sobbing continuously with repentance, the hot tears rolled down from her eyes and wetted Kallu's chest as she found some solace in this good man, an assurance in this kind man. Kallu patted her backside with affinity and sympathy and realized that this girl had not worn any bra beneath her shirt. He wiped out her tears with his hand. Bipasha was so emotionally disturbed and sobbing by clinging to his chest that she was not at all aware of the fact that Kallu had already unbuttoned three buttons of her shirt below her neckline.

"No baby, don't cry, please don't cry, I am just like your father," Kallu said and softly kissed her eyelids and forehead.

One of his hands had a feather touch on her neck. Kallu tried to wipe out her tears from her face and continuously kissed her on her cheeks. Bipasha did not mind it as the touch and kiss were affectionate, rather she embraced him tightly. Kallu let his fingers slowly trail down her neck and his thumb touching her breasts as if due to oversight and emotion. Out of emotion, Bipasha was allowing him to kiss her face. Suddenly, she felt his hand cupping one of her breasts, a heat of lust arose inside her, before she could understand anything, she felt uncle's hot lips on her two rosy petals. Bipasha shivered, she didn't protest as if something inside of her tried to hold her back. Bipasha trembled, but his hold on her hair prevented her from moving. Kallu took a moment. He needed a damn moment. Watching this girl let go, the tremble he set off in her body, was powerful.

And his need for her was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. This encounter took on a dreamlike quality. Everything around him was hazy. The only thing in focus was Bipasha and her soft body, ready and willing to give over to him. And he was going to take it.

"Uncle?" She eyed him with confusion.

He released her hair and backed away, giving her space to comply with his demand. She placed the shoes on her feet. He made his move. His lips brushed against hers, soft, plump, perfect for grabbing between his teeth. He loved her full lips. Their breaths mingled, and he reached to cup the back of her neck. He tangled his fist in her hair, the long, dark strands wrapping around his fingers like silk. Their lips pressed together. At first lightly. But when he pressed their bodies closer, tighter, she melted into him, her hips jutting forward, bracing herself against him.

He rolled his tongue over her lips and she opened for him. He cupped her tight, perfect bottom. He deepened the kiss, and before he knew it, he was devouring her, inhaling the scent of her, the feel of her. But it wasn't enough. Releasing his grip, he stepped back and undressed her, beginning with the rest buttons of her shirt, working his way down until it hung wide open, her white round prominent small breasts popped out. Her small mountainous breasts rose and fell heavily under his touch and when he raised his eyes to meet hers, he knew she was lost in the moment. She had surrendered to pleasure. Kallu grabbed the sides of her shirt and ripped it off, letting it fall on the ground, her wonderful breasts spilling out over the top. He squeezed and kneaded, then his mouth closed over one of her stiff peaks. He tugged with his teeth, and she arched into him.

She grabbed the back of his head, pushing his mouth against her body before her hands traveled down, along his spine. Kallu straightened as she slid along his skin to his ass. She squeezed. He ached to be inside her. She moaned when he pressed his erection into her stomach. He slowed the kiss, his breath ragged, his heart pounding. God he'd missed this, the intensity that came with being intimate with a little girl. But he'd never been intimate, not quite a long time with any women. He had longed for sex. Just sex. Although this, this feeling in the pit of his stomach, was unexpected. She opened her eyes, slowly, focusing on him through heavy lids. Her cheeks flushed pink; her pouty lips swollen from his kisses. Kallu thought she was ready for him. Kallu was done with seduction.​