Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

It was morning when the group consisted of Gelango, his younger brother Samango and Deboshree entered the jungle. Deboshree had carried all her essentials in her backpack. Both the brothers had too much physical stamina. They had carried two skin bags containing corn, rice, and other essential items along with drinking water in skin bags. Apart from these, both of them carried bows along with two kinds of arrows, one kind of long in size for general use and ordinary for fishing and other purposes; another kind of short with a detachable head fastened to the shaft by a thong for hunting purpose, a bamboo blowpipe with darts, one spear and machete. Deboshree thought these tribal folks were just as physically capable to carry for anything and everything. They were walking through an umber-brown, ancient forest. It reeked of age. Its woody incense was from centuries of snapping branches crashing to the forest's floor and rotting silently. The composting, organic smell rose in waves like a miasma. Every sprawling tree they passed under reminded Deboshree of a watchful guardian, a silent sentinel of the groves.

They decided to venture deeper into the tangled heart of this primeval forest. They hoped that it would reveal its dark secrets to them. The further they went, the more mystical and spellbinding it became. Huge roots spread-eagled the ground, twisting like the great backs of sea dinosaurs. The foliage became thick and lush, forming an arch of fairy-tale-green above their heads. Arthritic boughs, gnarled with age, dripped their bounty of nuts onto the path. Big banyan trees, a forest of Sal, Teak, Mahogany, Ashoka, Gul Mohar, Peepal, Arjuna, and berry trees flanked the trail, making it impenetrable on either side. Shuffling noises came from deep in the interior, deadened by the cunningly woven web of leaves. A troupe of shambling badgers crossed the winding trail in front of them at one point. They were finishing up their early morning foraging and looked startled to see them. They arrived at a wide glade, where the trees fell away, revealing the bespeckled sky. They sat down with their backs against lightning blasted tree trunk and watched it fade away.

"Madam, you take rest for a while here. We are searching those valuable herbs here," said Gelango and the two brothers moved towards the nearby dense jungle.

Deboshree was sitting on the tree trunk and was glancing around the beauty of the jungle. As if on cue, an avian aria erupted from the knot of trees. The solitary songbird was soon joined by his beaked companions, creating a symphony of song. The heart-haunting melody was an elixir for the soul. The sap sweet fragrance of the forest washed over them and they were seduced by its comforting goodness. They placed some stinging nettle leaves into the broth they were brewing and it added a tingling, chlorophyll flavor. After one hour, Deboshree could see two brothers emerging from the forest with some plants.

"Madam, only two herbs were found here. To search the rest of the herbs, we have to go further deep into the jungle and I know the way," said Gelango.

Deboshree immediately picked up her camera from her backpack, inspected the plants, and took 10 nos of snaps of those plants. She noted down the details of plants in her notebook.

"Madam, see the roots. We have to dry these plants outside in the sunshine for 7 days then we will cut off the leaves and branches. Then we take out the roots only which will be dipped in water for another 7days. Then we will extract the juices," Gelango explained.

When they were leaving, Deboshree glanced over her shoulder. The forest glade looked freeze-frame perfect in the enhanced light of the full sunshine. The enchanted forest beckoned her into its pulsing heart. How could she resist such a lush Garden of Eden? The deep, haunting ballad of its ancient song called out to her. As old as Adam, the forest was still steeped in plushness and opulence. The aroma of the forest was great.

With a light heart, Deboshree plunged into the overarching vault of leaf and limb. It was not what she had expected. The exquisiteness of the dawn's light had not yet lanced to the lush, greensward. Because of this, hoods of black shadow hung in the groves. Coils of vaporous mist enwrapped the shaggy heads of the teak trees. They writhed around them like a conjuror's milky smoke, sensuous and illusory. Sieves of mist caressed the lichen-encrusted bark. Adding its phantasmal gas to the damp breath of the forest, it glided with deadly intent. It deadened sound, haunted glades, and poured into empty spaces.

A sepulchral silence overhung the hallowed ground where the trees dared not grow. Nothing stirred, nothing shone, nothing sang. A hollow echoing, like the hushed tones of a great, slabbed cathedral, entombed the wood. Then a finger of supernal light poked through the misty mesh. It was followed by a whole loom of light, filtering down in seams of gold. Like the luminal glow of the gods, it chased the shadows, banished the gloom, and spilled into spaces where the mist once stalked. The fluty piping of a songbird split the silence just as the forest became flooded with light. A fusillade of trilling and warbling detonated all around her as the primordial forest came alive with the troubadours of the trees. Deboshree darted between shafts of lustrous-gold light as she went, admiring the butterflies. They pirouetted in the air, their wings a-whirr like little ripples of silk.

The glory of the forest was revealed in the birthstone-bright light. Almond-brown trees stood serenely, awash with a tender glow. Their bark looked like riffled toast and gems of amber clasped their crusty exterior. The first blush of the morn gave the leafy bower a green-going-to-gold complexion.

Gelango was leading the group, Deboshree was in middle, and Samango, the younger brother was behind Deboshree. Deboshree was feeling very protective of them. After all, they were quite young boys, Gelango must be 22 years and his younger brother Samango, 20 years and she was quite older than them as she was 34 years old like their aunt.

On the way, Deboshree asked, "Gelango, tell me one thing. At this young age, how could you be able to speak fluently and communicate with me easily in our folk language whereas your people could neither speak nor understand our language!"

"It so happened Madam, Pakul, and myself, we both are close friends. When we both were 8 years old, once we went inside the jungle to play without the knowledge of our parents. When we wanted to return to our village, we lost our way in the jungle. We wandered the whole day in the jungle but couldn't get our way to our village. After getting hungry, we both consumed fruits from the jungle and quenched our thirst from nearby stream water, and stayed the whole night under a tree. The next day, morning, again we tried to find our way in the jungle in vain we couldn't get the way and, in the process, we had come out from the jungle and were near the town. The townsfolks saw us but we couldn't communicate with them. Then one kind gentleman rescued us and we both stayed with him. He was an old man with his wife and staying alone. We both stayed with them for 10 years and learned the language, customs, and traditions of your people. Although we were there, we both always wanted to come back to the jungle, to our parents, to our tribes. That was the call of our motherland and the call of our tribes. When our old mentor died followed by his wife then we both were left alone and friendless. So, at last, we decided to come back to the jungle, our mother, and reunited with our families. Pakul and myself, we are the only two persons who could communicate with outside persons like you," Gelango narrated the whole episode of his life, and Deboshree was stunned to hear it.

"My God! so surprising story," Deboshree exclaimed and then said, "Gelango, tell me another thing. We have not brought any food items. What's to eat! Where to stay?"

"Madam, you might have seen a lot of huts on the bank of the river near our two villages which are community huts or you may call those bachelors huts as, during menstrual cycles, girls and women used to stay on those huts. Sometimes, young boys are also made to stay there for training of hunting and other purposes. Similarly, in and around jungles, you will find a lot of community huts that are situated just near the small rivers or near the streams. Sometimes, our people would go into the deep jungle like us in search of medicinal herbs, for hunting, for fetching firewoods, for fetching sal and teak woods for carpentry works, for gathering fruits from the jungle, and for other so many works as we depend upon the jungle. For this purpose, sometimes, we remain in the jungle for days and weeks also. Our village chief Okato has done a good thing. He has arranged to build several community huts in and around the jungle just near the rivers and streams. All the people of our villages know the location of these community huts and they take shelter at night in these community huts," explained Gelango.

"But why near the rivers and streams?" asked Deboshree.

"Madam, the basic requirement is drinking water, cooking and lastly refreshment by taking a bath which the rivers and streams provide to us. All these huts contain a leafy bed with a cloth, an earthen pot for keeping water, and outside of the hut, you will find several earthen cooking pots fastened by ropes hung in trees. Even you will find firewood outside the huts. While in the jungle, during day time, we usually take fruits which are found in abundance in the jungle. We also hunt deer, wild boars, jungle fowls, and other birds the meat of which we roast or cook in the evening near the huts for our dinner. Apart from these, we also bring rice and corns with us whenever we come to the jungle so that those could be boiled in the evening for our dinner," said Gelango.

"So, today you both are arranging sumptuous dinner for me," smiled Deboshree, "But what's about our lunch?"

"Wait, Madam," he smiled back.

It was afternoon. After some time, they came across a small patch of wild pineapples. Gelango signaled his brother. Samango selected some ripe ones for them and drew his machete and hacked off the leaves and horny rinds. Deboshree started devouring one of these fragrant fruits and ate it with gusto. After going few yards ahead, they found a clump of wild bananas and all of them ate till their stomachs were filled with the fruits.

"Now, we have to find the stream for our night halt as well as we have to arrange something for our dinner also," said Gelango and led the way.

As they traveled through the jungle, Deboshree thoroughly enjoyed the bright-colored butterflies that flapped through the shafts of sunlight, and the gayly plumed, raucous-voiced parrots and macaws. Then suddenly she wanted to invade their personal matters.

Deboshree asked, "Gelango, why you two brothers are not married? I think you people get married at an early age!"

"You are right madam! During our annual festival, we will choose one bride for both of us (polyandry was prevalent in their tribes) or we can choose separate wives for ourselves," Gelango replied.

"How is that?" asked Deboshree.

"During the festival, if a girl chooses both of us then we have to marry her. If a girl only chooses me then I have to marry her or if a girl chooses only Samango then he has to marry her," Gelango replied.

"Ohhh, so strange!" exclaimed Deboshree.

"But now for few years, we two brothers are not in a mood to marry," he further said.

"Why so?" Deboshree asked.

"We both want to have good experience in sex, I mean we both want to explore further in fucking women and girls then we will decide to marry," replied Gelango without any hesitation and shyness before a lady.

It would be needless to mention that, unlike our civilized society, these tribes would always use frequent words like 'fucking' 'cunt', and 'cock' in their language among themselves without any hesitation and shyness.

Hearing Gelango's words, Deboshree became stunned and remained silent for a moment. She was blushed with shyness and her face became red. She looked towards her companions and found them normal and Gelango appeared to be very quiet as if he had not uttered any obscene and offending words in presence of her. Then Deboshree understood his implication of words.

She stammered, "How?"

Gelango started explaining, "You see Madam! Ours is a sex-free society. Any male or female could approach the opposite sex irrespective of she or he is married or unmarried, but of course secretly not before everyone. Fucking is strictly prohibited among close and blood relatives like Mother and Son, Father and daughter, brother and sister, and of course among first cousins."

"Have you both slept with any women or girls?" Deboshree asked decently.

"Of course, Madam. We both have fucked several married women but not any girls to date. Usually, the girls although they are very interested to get fucked by a male, they are very reluctant due to the vigil eyes of their mothers who guard them always till they wait for the festival to choose a groom. Most of the girls prefer to masturbate themselves instead of fucking else they would be caught by somebody. We boys also masturbate frequently but sometimes we also approach the married woman and they allow us to fuck them behind their husbands," said Gelango.

"How do you approach?" asked Deboshree.

Gelango explained, "Whenever I wish to fuck a woman, I would signal her for a confidential talk and if she was interested, she would stop ahead for a while without being noticed by anybody. Then I would ask her if she was interested in a fucking and immediately, I would exhibit my cock to her. If she would be impressed by my cock then I would arrange a secret and secluded place outside the village, preferably inside the deserted community hut or inside the dense bush, and inform her to reach there secretly without being noticed by anybody. If by chance, I would be caught by anybody or seen by anybody then there is no alternative but to marry her as per the law of the jungle. We, two brothers, have fucked our maternal aunt several times because we have easy access to her as she is our relative. In fact, my maternal aunt approached me first for a fucking which I couldn't deny."

Then Gelango asked, "Madam, are you married?"

Deboshree nodded her head.

"Then, you are not fucked by anybody?" he further asked.

Again, she nodded her head. Then Gelango said, "Ohhh, now, I understand, you must be masturbating yourself like our village girls."

Deboshree didn't utter a single word but nodded her head with consent and by this time she had already felt an itching between her legs due to all these direct horny talks with Gelango. Gelango was explaining all their discussion to Samango in their tribal language and Deboshree noticed Samango was saying something to Gelango smilingly.

"What's your brother is saying to you?" asked Deboshree.

"He is a crazy fellow. He said he would approach you for a fucking," said Gelango smilingly.

"What did you reply?" asked Deboshree.

"I just discouraged him by saying that Madam is a white woman, an outsider, and not belonging to our tribe so it would not be proper for him to approach you," Gelango said.

"But your village chief Okato has already declared in the festival that although we are outsiders we belong to your tribes. So, why have you not approached me till this time?" teased Deboshree.

By this time, the eldest boy Gelango was very shy. He didn't expect such a question from Deboshree and he was feeling nervous. Then he stammered, "Infarct, Madam, I wanted to approach you but I was afraid that you would deny my approaches and was waiting if you could approach me first."

"Listen, Gelango, I would never approach you. I am much older than you and I am just like an aunt to both of you brothers. I was just joking so don't take this matter seriously," she said with a smile.

Then she noticed Gelango's face went pale but he recovered himself immediately and said, "OK, Madam, let us hunt something for our dinner."

Gelango instructed something to his younger brother and Samango ignited a fire with the small dry twigs. Samango picked out a small earthen bowl from his skin bag and placed it on fire. Deboshree could see the bowl brimming with a black syrup (a bitter resinous substance obtained from the bark and stems of some plants. It paralyzes the motor nerves and is traditionally used by the tribes to poison their arrows and blowpipe darts. ( This poison would not react anything to the human body) that he made by pulping and boiling a woody vine. After stirring the bubbling liquid, he dipped the tips of dozens of slender blowpipe darts into it. This liquid, Gelango told Deboshree, was used to hunt small prey like monkeys and birds; it was not being used on big animals like antelopes or wild boars.

Gelango meanwhile, hoisted a 6-foot-long blowpipe on his shoulder and strung a bamboo quiver, containing dozens of poisoned darts, around his neck.

"Samango, you go to that side of the jungle and I am looking into this part," he instructed his young brother.

"Gelango, can I accompany you?" Deboshree requested.

"Sure, but when we find the prey, please keep quiet and don't make any sound, "he said to her.

Deboshree struggled to keep up with him as he loped through the shadowy jungle, alert for prey. Suddenly, he stopped and shaded his eyes while peering up into the canopy. Deboshree couldn't see anything except tangled leaves and branches, but Gelango had spotted a jungle fowl. There was a great flock of fowls, too, who fled to the topmost branches, chattering vociferously.

"Could you see the fowls, Madam? "he asked.

"No," Deboshree replied.

"Come closer, see them, they are all perched on the branches of that tree," Gelango indicated a nearby tree.

Deboshree came closer to him on his left side and anxiously she grabbed his left shoulder and put her head on his shoulder so that she could see the things clearly. Gelango took a dab of gooey red ocher from a holder attached to his quiver and shapes it around the back of the dart as a counterweight. Then he took the petals of a white flower and packed them around to smooth the dart's path through the blowpipe. He raised the pipe to his mouth and, aiming at the fowl. But then he could sense the sweet smell of her hair and her body odor. He felt one of her breasts pressed into his left backside just below his shoulder. He could feel the soft touch of that fleshy thing. A strange sensation ran through his entire body from his upper part to his loins. He inhaled deeply the fragrance coming out of her hair and body and he felt intoxicated as if he was under the influence of their rice and mahua wine. Deboshree was completely unaware of her close body touch to him and was also not aware of what was going on in the body of this boy because of her eagerness to see the birds. Gelango's cock was hard rock and it was throbbing inside her loincloth. He was totally distracted towards the prey.

"Ohhh...there are a lot of birds, I could now see them clearly," said Deboshree and she clung to him more closely and now her entire breasts were pressing hard on his backside.

Seeing him distracted and silent, Deboshree asked," What happened, Gelango? The bird will go away. Why don't you hit now? I want to see, how would you hit them?"

"I can't do it now. Madam, you see, what have you done to me with your close body touch! I am totally distracted with my aim," Gelango said and lifted his loincloth.

Ohhh, my God! It was the first time in her life, the old virgin girl was witnessing a male's penis. She was surprised, shocked, and fascinated by seeing the enormous size of his erect long thick rigid big pulsating monstrous young, and virile cock as he moved towards her flaunting his huge cock proudly. Deboshree was shocked by the size of his cock. It was so long, thick, and meaty. She was amazed and terrified, her eyes wide expressing surprise and eyebrows rose seeing the enormous size of his monstrous cock in surprise and disbelief. Her eyes opened wide with surprise. She heard women gossiping about men's big cock in her friends' circle, but she never even heard a boy could have such a big cock. His monstrous gigantic cock was big in length and thickness, and the knob was even bigger and menacing. It was huge in the size of a nine-inch long five-inch-thick monstrous cock with a menacingly bigger knob.

She was completely mesmerized by the look of his cock then she heard his voice and she was returned from her trance, "Madam, please wait, I have to masturbate immediately otherwise I cannot get any peace of mind unless I release it."

Deboshree thought for a moment then said, "Wait, Gelango. I would help you to release this but I warn you I would not allow you to fuck me."

"Madam, don't you know the law of jungle? Nobody can force anybody for a fucking. You can do anything to help me release my cock and rest assured! will not fuck you without your permission," said Gelango in a normal voice.

"Madam, May I request you something? I would not force you," Gelango said in a soft voice.

"Tell me," She looked at him.

"I only want to see and touch your breasts which would enhance my pleasure further. Please madam," he requested like an eager child requesting his mom for candy.

"OK," said Deboshree and unbuttoned her shirt then unhooked her bra.

Gelango watched her large hung breasts as they bounced. Her areolas were big and pink. Her glorious huge breasts swayed and jiggled with each move. Gelango watched every nuance of her sensuousness that seemed to flow from her heavy breasts. He thought Madam was all his. He loved it! he felt a stirring in his loins that went deeper into his cock. Deboshree could feel her heavy breasts became heavier and full almost painful. Now, she was standing in front of him, leaning over him so that her breast hangs an inch above his face, offering the jutting nipple, carried her breast to his mouth in the gesture of a nursing mother, the dark engorged jutting long nipple of her breast.

Suddenly, the entire world was nipple-shaped for Gelango. It hung there in space for him to kiss. He sucked it, nuzzling it gently with his teeth. The nipple grew larger and firmer in his mouth. She withdrew it and replaced it with the other. It too, swollen to his sucking. Her dark pink cup-sized areolas and nipples hardened. He eased up and took each in his mouth in turn, giving oral supplication like a starving infant. At first, he suckled with both hands on a single breast to guide the nipple to its haven of warmth. His tongue next circled round and round each nipple, then licked each one back and forth, on and on. He used his hands to continue kneading her breasts, then to pull and squeeze her nipples. In the very movement, she made by taking her two hands to bring it towards his mouth. He licked it eagerly, seizing that heavy breast in his mouth like juicy fruit. He suckled greedily and regularly. Gelango sucked on her big brown heavy engorged hard and jutting nipple while stroking the other and squeezing it. He kept on sucking like a hungry baby sucking milk from mother's breast while her hand was below his head holding it like a feeding mother breastfeeding her baby son. He passed both his arms around her waist and he sucked on with slow sips of her breast with a movement of the neck as a breastfed child. This was a full-body rash. The moment was a creation of wonder.

All of a sudden, Gelango felt a soft and warm touch on his cock. She felt his cock and squeezed. It was like a long thick hard rod with a very big menacing knob. She was overwhelmed to hold such a massive monstrous long thick cock in her hands. She held the knob in the palm of one hand and caressed it with her fingers of the other hand slightly squeezing the knob. She was afraid, terrified, and very much apprehensive whether she could take all this meaty enormous cock in her cunt in the future. Her hands running along the shaft lovingly and ran her index fingernail on his bigger purple knob. She took hold of his scrotum, feeling the balls, and then her fingers reached encircling the big knob of his cock as if to measure. She was afraid that her cunt might not be able to take this monstrous cock with its even menacingly bigger knob and her cunt might get torn and ripped apart.

"Let me suck your cock, Gelango," she said and knelt.

Deboshree took his cock into her hands kissed the beautiful big purple knob. She ran her tongue along the shaft, licked his scrotum and balls, then took his cock into her mouth and sucked. Gelango allowed her to suck his cock for some time. He took hold of her long hair and pulled her up, asked her to bend. She obeyed, bent, her ass high up, her legs and thighs spread wide, resting her hands on the earth, and her hair fell on both sides of her shoulders touching the earth. She bent took his cock into her mouth, sucking, licking along the shaft to the know, nibbling his engorged big purple knob, licking the base and scrotum, his nerves electrified, blood flowing at jet speed to the cock. She continued sucking taking his cock fully in her mouth; he fucked her mouth deep throat.

She took his cock all the way in, trying her best to fit every inch in her mouth. Gelango enjoyed the throat pussy he was getting from this hungry aunt. She was bobbing her head up down all the while massaging his balls. She loved how salty his pre-cum tasted on her tongue and she couldn't wait to taste his nut. She moved down to his balls into her mouth and made sure she paid the same amount of attention to them that she did on his massive cock. Holding his balls in her hands, she moved back to his cock and continued to suck all with her might. She was tender as her lips parted and her tongue circled his belly button. Gelango could see her look up at him; the smile in her eyes was obvious as she continued downward. Her hand raised his cock from his hips as she kissed its head. Her tongue licked a small circle around the head, licking his leaking juices off the tip. She could hear him moan as her lips parted. Delango could feel her lips slid over the head of his cock as she slid her mouth over it. Gelango expected her to stop but she continued down his shaft until it was fully engulfed by her. He could feel her cheeks tighten around him, then release their tension. He tried to speak, to tell her how wonderful it all felt, but could not form any words.

Deboshree knew that he was enjoying what she was doing by the groaning sounds he was making. She moved her mouth slowly up and down on his cock, stopping when her lips were around that most sensitive area around the head to squeeze him tightly with her mouth. With each tightening of her lips, she could taste him leaking more into her mouth. Then, she almost went into a trance, her teeth dug into his cock as she reached her orgasmic phase as she had experienced cervical orgasms which were so different from clitoral orgasm, and experienced multiple orgasms. She surrendered to orgasm as her entire body contracted and convulsed in frenzied movements. She cried out very loud with joy and her fingernails dug deeper and deeper scratching the body of his shaft violently, and Gelango could not control anymore and he came very big.

He cried, "Madam, Aaaahhh," as he ejaculated thick loads of sperm into her mouth, pouring his thick hot sperm filling inside her mouth.

A moment passed, then another, his cock finally ejaculated loads and loads of hot lava, thick sperm into her mouth that she couldn't hold whole of it in her mouth and began to swallow down her throat. But still, the outflow of cum never stopped and it filled up her mouth again. She gripped his cock, squeezed and sucked all his sperm with her warm mouth into her, draining and emptying him. Her mouth was so filled up with his cum that the extra cum dribble down from the corners of her mouth despite her swallowing which she wiped out in her hand and licked. All his thick sperm juices drained to the last drop filling her mouth. It was an extensively exhaustive intense and exhausting orgasm for both of them. Her body slowly returned to its normal level of functioning and swelled and erect body parts returned to their previous size and color and felt a sense of well-being, satisfaction, enhanced intimacy, and fatigue and she closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes, he looked into her eyes and saw her blushing. Her blushing, feeling shy at that moment was amazingly beautiful to see. It was the shyness a woman feels natural, after being having a thorough orgasm and submitted her body and herself completely to her man. She kissed him all over his face. Her eyes and face were glowing with contentment and satisfaction.

Gelango looked at her, with love, devotion, and submission and said," Thank you, Madam, you have shown me heaven."

Deboshree smiled and said, "Now, Gelango, concentrate on your prey."

Gelango again raised the pipe to his mouth and, aiming at the fowl, puffed his cheeks and blew, seemingly with little effort. The dart hit the fowl square in the chest. The poison liquid, a muscle relaxant that caused death by asphyxiation, did its work, and within several minutes the fowl, unable to breathe, tumbled to the forest floor. Seeing this the flock jumped into other branches, fluttering their wings. Gelango swiftly fashioned a jungle basket from leaves and vine and slung the fowl over a shoulder.

On the other hand, Samango had also killed another two nos of Fowls in large black and red-feathered. Their day's hunting was done, the three of them, Deboshree, Gelango and Samango headed ahead.

"We have to reach the Community hut nearby stream before evening. I know the path," said Gelango and led them ahead.

Idling past suede-soft flowers by the side of the path, Deboshree caressed them softly, getting tingles in her fingers. Her ears perked up at the metallic, tinkling sound of a stream. Then suddenly emerging from the depts of the tangled jungle, they found themselves on the bank of a tiny stream, the water of which was clear and cold. Growing on both banks of this stream in profusion were oranges, pineapples, and bananas. It flashed with a tinsel tint through the lace of leaves. When the trees parted, she could see it was sliding into an infinity pool. The pool looked like a polished mirror of silver, with skeins of swirl-white twisting slowly on the surface. A shiny spillway led to a choppier pond. Boulders colonized the edges of the pond, buffed with pillows of moss. They caused a rocky gurgling as water met stone; a swish, a clunk, a swell, and a clop. Sweet fragrances, alluvial and palliative, seemed to flit in and out of her awareness. Sight and smell vied for attention in this soul-enriching dream world.

Deboshree put her back against a knobbly boulder, leaning her head against the mossy pillow. She closed her eyes, let her stream of consciousness take hold, and drifted into infinity. When she awoke, she couldn't remember her dream, but softness and silvers still lingered in the memory of it. Having drunk their fill of the sparkling water and satisfied their appetites with the fruits. They washed away the mud from their bodies before entering the hut. They proceeded along the bank of the little stream and found the community hut above. They had not gone far before Deboshree heard a sound of noising. The noise grew louder as they proceeded further to reach near the hut until they came to a sheer cliff of a bare rock towering more than three hundred feet above the jungle. Emerging from a hole in this rock about fifty feet above the level of the stream, was a small waterfall. Clear and limpid as crystal, it tumbled almost vertically into an oval pool. Deboshree gasped with admiration at the beauty of this scene. Their hut was located between two streams.

At sunset, the darkness slowly settled into the jungle. It was not until the patches of sunlight no longer penetrated the forest roof and it began to grow dark. The sun dipped below the tree line; it would be dark soon. As the darkness gathered, she strained to detect movement in the foliage at her sides. Every rustling leaf and snapping twig sent a jolt of fear up her spine.

"Are you afraid of the darkness?" asked Gelango.

Deboshree nodded her head as it was her first night in a dense forest. Gelango lighted a small earthen lamp inside the hut. Deboshree watched Samango set up a small fire outside the hut. Deboshree looked outside of the hut. The moons appeared through the branches in the jungle, almost alone in the dark sky except for a wisp of clouds floating beneath them. She watched the clouds pass. More came, quickly blocking the moons and stealing most of the light from the jungle. Deboshree sat up and blinked until her eyes adjusted to the new level of darkness. The sky took on an eerie silver glow. The area outside the hut was lighted due to the flame of fire on the hearth. All three of them were sitting near the fire. Samango was boiling rice and corn for their dinner. Firelight glittered in Deboshree's eyes as she watched Gelango roasting the meat of fowls at the flames and Samango helping him. Firelight danced across the flexing muscles of his arms and shoulders. When he smiled at her, his grin was like a boast. She had never seen teeth so white and so perfect. Samango saw the looks the two exchanged and frowned. Deboshree watched her wristwatch, the dinner was over by 9.00 P.M. Samango arranger her bed inside the hut.

"Where would you both sleep?" asked Deboshree.

"You would sleep inside the hut. We both would sleep outside the hut. Don't worry, neither any wolf nor any hyena would attack us because they are very much afraid of us," replied Gelango smilingly.

Before Deboshree could say anything, she saw Samango placed some thick leaves under a tree near the hut for his bed, he looked over his shoulder and gave Deboshree a parting grin, and disappeared into the shadows. While Deboshree didn't want to settle down for an immediate sleep, she continued to sit around the fire with Gelango. Deboshree thought of all her family members as the moon rose above the sky. The night was long and cold. Samango had already slept, Gelango was staring at flame and thinking something and Deboshree drifted between a fitful doze and her thoughts about her family. Gelango stayed awake a while longer, as was his habit. He liked to watch the fire. Like all other things, fire possessed numen that sometimes communicated with him, showing him visions. As the last of the embers faded into darkness, Deboshree fell asleep while sitting.

Gelango blinked. The flames, which had dwindled to almost nothing, suddenly shot up again. Hot air rushed over her face. Deboshree woke up. Her eyes were seared by white flames brighter than the sun. Amid the dazzling brightness, she perceived a thing that levitated above the flames. It was his masculine member, disembodied but rampant and upright throbbing from his loincloth which she sucked in the afternoon. It was hovering in the mid-air. Though it seemed to be made of flesh, it was impervious to the flames. Deboshree had never seen such glazing phallus reflected in flames before as this circumstance was quite more erotic and different than the afternoon when she had a direct look and touched his member. Deboshree stared at the fire, then stared at his big black giant and entered into a dream state.

Deboshree thought It was unique. It existed in and of itself, without beginning or end. Clearly, from its form, it had something to do with life and the origin of life, yet it seemed to come from a place beyond this world, slipping for a few moments through a breach opened by the heat of the dancing flames. His black phallus now appeared without giving Deboshree an answer to a dilemma that had been troubling her or planting an important new thought in her mind. With yawning, Gelango blinked again. The flames had died. In place of intolerable brightness, there was only the darkness of a warm summer night lit by the faintest sliver of a moon. The air on his face was no longer hot but fresh and cool. Gelango stood up, the divine phallus had vanished, but not without planting a thought in Deboshree's mind. He hurried to the leafy bower beside the stream where he liked to sleep. Then Deboshree thought of Gelango sleeping on the muddy bank of the little stream.

After some time, Deboshree stood up and went near Samango who was at his peaceful sleep and was snoring lightly. She followed the path near the stream where Gelango was sleeping. It was moonlit and everything could be seen clearly. Deboshree reached near Gelango, The darkness did not deter her. She knew every twist and turn of him. When she came near him, she found Gelango lying in a leafy nook. She recognized him by his black silhouette. She knelt beside him, but there was no need to wake him. He was already awake. She kissed him on his face. He was awake and waiting, just as she had been lying awake, waiting.

"Madam, what is it?" he was startled.

He did not need to ask for an explanation. It was what he had been yearning to do, lying restless and eager in the dark.

"Are you sure, madam? "he did not finish the thought, but she understood.

At her approach, Gelango rose onto his elbows. He spoke her name in a whisper. There was a quiver of something like desperation in his voice; his neediness made her smile. She sighed and lowered herself beside him. By the faint moonlight, she saw that he wore an amulet of some sort, suspended from a strap of leather around his neck. Nestled amid the hair on his chest, the bit of shapeless metal seemed to capture and concentrate the faint moonlight, casting back a radiance brighter than the moon itself. His arms, the arms she had so admired earlier, reached out and closed around her in a surprisingly gentle embrace. His body was as warm and naked as her own, but much bigger and much harder. She wondered if the divine phallus was with them in the darkness, for she seemed to feel the beating of wings between his legs as she was entered by the thing that gave origin to life. But all of a sudden, he stood up as they were very near to hut and Samango was sleeping nearby and at any moment he could drop in to interrupt them.

Taking her hand, Gelango led her to a secluded spot at the north end of the stream, a private nook nestled in amongst the trees. When they reached the perfect spot, he released his hold on her hand to lay out the blanket, it seemed to Deboshree he was apprehending everything and was ready with the blanket. With a flick of his wrists, he let it fly out before it settled in the grass. He crawled on the blanket and reached out to her. She laid her hand in his. Lying side by side, hands clasped under their heads, they gazed up at the star-studded sky. Water lapped at the stream, soothing her, lulling her into a sensuous, romantic state. The chirps of a few crickets and the occasional splash of a frog or fish jumping into the water were the only disruptions in their cozy little universe. The scent of Gelango tickled her nose. A rustic raw body odor. She rolled her head to peer at him. He lay there, staring at her.

"This is perfect." Her voice was a whisper.

Without a word, he rolled to his side and canted over her, brushing his lips across hers. His were soft, his touch tender. She couldn't resist opening her mouth, allowing his tongue to slide inside and dance with hers. He raised a hand to cup her face as he deepened the kiss. She reached up and twined her arms around his neck, pulling until his chest fell onto hers. His heart thudded against her. Wrapped together, she surrendered to him. After a passionate embrace, he ended the kiss and cradled her in one arm while the other rested against her lower belly. His gaze held hers as he inched his hand under her tops, his fingers tiptoeing in a feather-light touch to cover her breast. She arched her body, pushing her breast into his grasp. He bent down to devour her mouth again, their teeth clacking together. She giggled. When he withdrew, she gasped at the hot searing look in his eyes. The desire to laugh disappeared.

In the moonlight, his eyes were darker than the night. His chest rose and fell with each breath. "Come here," tugging her to a sitting position, he pulled her tops over her head and dispensed with her bra.​