Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

"Sure, Aunt Archana, tomorrow morning, I will get ready for a place in the garden area just near the place where Bipasha has planted her plants for her field study purpose," said Debasish.

"Thanks, my son. Tomorrow again I am going to the jungle with Bipin to collect more plants," said Archana. (Actually, she wanted to fuck with Bipin. She would always enjoy fucking with Bipin inside the jungle, surrounded by foliage, among chirpings of birds. Fucking amidst natural surroundings was a different kind of joy)

"Uncle, I will help you tomorrow for preparing this plant field, I want to know every detail of planting as I am a student of Botany," said Bipasha.

"My dear little girl, it is not a fancy job of a girl. It needs physical labor. You should know how to dig the earth with a shovel. You have to withstand your sweating, splash of mud, and soil in your body. Your hands will get dirty. Are you ready for this?" asked Debasish.

"Uncle, don't underestimate me. I can do this. You see me tomorrow, what can I do!" said Bipasha.

Everyone present there laughed with her childish talk and Debasish smiled, "OK, my dear little girl then assist me tomorrow morning."

The next day morning, after breakfast everyone left for their jobs. Both the elders left with their daughters-in-law, Madhu and Ashmita to the river banks. They would collect stones as well as fuck their daughters-in-law. Archana had left for the jungle with the driver, Bipin to collect more plants and some fresh jungle fruits and they planned to fuck the whole day. Bipasha was lying in her bed when she saw her friend Arpita was dressing up in jeans and shirts.

"Dear, where are you going so early?" asked Bipasha.

"Your papa is waiting for me in the hall. Today we are going inside the jungle to hunt for chameleon," said Arpita.

"What's your plan today?" further asked Arpita.

"I will assist your papa in his gardening work and at the same time, I will also inspect the growing up of my plants meant for my field studies," replied Bipasha.

"OK, dear, please carry on," said Arpita.

"Best of luck for finding a chameleon with my papa, "Bipasha smiled.

After some time, Bipasha came to the ground floor. The time was 9.00 A.M. She found nobody in the hall and then she remembered, she promised Uncle Debasish to assist him in gardening work but she couldn't find him. Then she went inside the kitchen room where she found Mihir Bhaiya and grandma Kaberi. She saw grandma Kaberi was helping Mihir Bhaiya with kitchen work, chopping off some vegetables for the preparation of some dish.

"Grand maa, have you seen Uncle Debasish?" asked Bipasha.

"Yes, he is working in the garden area," replied Mihir.

"Then, I am going to him. Today, I am supposed to help him in his gardening work," said Bipasha and left the kitchen room.

The moment Bipasha left the kitchen room; Mihir rushed to grand maa Kaberi, embraced her tightly, kissed her, and squeezed her two big breasts.

"Kaberi, these two will be busy in the garden area. Nobody is inside the bungalow. Let us go to the bedroom, I want to fuck you," said Mihir.

Kaberi, the old lady smiled seductively towards Mihir, the young cook, and said, "Sure, my husband, my pussy is always ready to be fucked by your big cock."

Bipasha stepped through the garden. The air had that expectant stillness of an incredibly hot day, the light bright but still a little subdued, not yet with the harsh brightness of a summer's day. Summer had not stepped in as it was still springtime. The scents of the garden came to Bipasha; she walked forward and looking out across the emerald lawn towards ahead strewn with multi-colored flowers like Hyacinth, Rose, orchid, carnation, calendula, Hibiscus, pansy, zinnia, Dahlia, Monalisa, jasmine, marigold, and bluebell, etc. everywhere but the most dominating color everywhere was orange. Bipasha could see orange Roses, Begonia, marigold, Buttercup, orange coneflower, Butterfly weed, Bulbine, cosmos, orange poppy, orange orchids, carnation, copper tips, Daylily, Dahlia. Helenium, Iris, orange lily, orange sunflower, Nemesia, orange Tulip, zinnia, and countless other orange flowers as if there was an orange patch amidst the green meadow.

Really this was the most perfect garden. Bipasha watched the birds flying to and fro, drinking at the birdbath at small miniature ponds in the garden, hopping on the grass searching for insects and grubs, generally being very busy in this early hour of the day. Bipasha was thinking about her study project. Uncle Debasish was a great help to collect the saplings of small plants like Ashwagandha, Bhumi Amla, and Chiraita and plants of the big tree like Mahua and Tendu. It was her everyday routine to water those plants two times, morning and evening. Bipasha liked Uncle Debasish as he loved the plants and he had much knowledge about plants life, after all, he had a master's degree in Botany. He had arranged space for Bipasha near the garden bench, just opposite the narrow walkable path of the garden where Bipasha's plants for the study project were growing up. The garden bench was under the shadow of a big tree and the shadow of this big tree was also falling on Bipasha's plants making those cool and helping those to grow up healthy. Bipasha knew the place where Uncle Debasish must be working, so she proceeded towards the area near the garden bench.

The time was 9.10 A.M. The warm day of spring was going ahead. Debasish looked at those rare flower saplings collected by Aunt Archana from the jungle which she wanted to keep alive so that she could take those plants along with her to Kolkata when she would be leaving from here. There were around 20 nos of saplings wrapped in polythene which he kept under the shadow of the tree, there were a few more kept near the kitchen which he would collect later on once the field of the plantation was ready. He had chosen a place near the place where Bipasha's plants were growing. But the proposed place was full of grass and shrubs and he had to make it clean first. Then after digging the soil, he would make it wet, a little muddy then he would plant the saplings. He shoved the garden shovel into the heavy soil, driving the blade deep with his foot. He turned the first shovel full and began to uproot the grass and little shrubs.

The sun was high overhead. The temperature had soared. His muscles moved easily in the warm sun beating down. Sweat poured from him, its residue prickling his skin. After few hours, those muscles would be sore. Despite jogging, some muscles always ached from the hard toil of spring. Dirt streaked his sweat-covered body. Dressed only in shorts and in his bare body, Debasish was on his hands and knees. The earth felt good. He was lost in the reverie of the gardener, communing with nature a handful of soil at a time. He always loved gardening.

From distance Bipasha could see Uncle Debasish leaning forward and bent over the earth facing her, he was so merged in his work that he couldn't see her approaching towards him. He was in bare body; she could see his wide, masculine hairy chest with biceps soaking in sweating. He was working with a garden shovel and a garden spade was lying near him. He had very loose shorts with big leg openings. Through his leg openings, she could see his balls hanging down. He bent down to adjust something before picking up the spade. Her tongues ran wetly over her dry lips.

The sudden movement of up and back as he picked up the spade caused his penis to bounce against his thighs. She found herself seemingly fascinated by Uncle's hairy body, his wider chest, his tight bottom, and his bouncing cock. It did seem rather a big one even though it was soft. Bipasha imagined what it would be like when hard, her wet hand slipped into herself as she thought what it would be like to have uncle's cock pushing into her. She had neither guilty feeling nor any moral consciousness inside her, she needed a cock. She could not go back to the village to approach Okato, Madgu, or other tribes to fuck her. How could she spend her rest of days in the jungle without a fucking! Then she thought what a sexy fucking bitch she was? Now, she had gone such a low level to think about Uncle Debasish who was her father figure, who had seen her born, and who had nourished her from her infant stage till date. But what could she do! He was the only male person close to her and she needed a cock. What's the harm if she would get a fuck from Uncle Debasish! But she had to be very careful and she would pose before him very innocent as if she had no more knowledge about sex. She decided she would act like a virgin nun before him.

A shadow passed over him. Ten pink toes sticking from the thongs of brown work shoes came into view. He fought to still a quiver as he sat back on his haunches, hands on the handle of the spade. His eyes slowly traveled over the shapely calves to long, muscular thighs. Perhaps for too long, his eyes hesitated where thighs widened into hips covered by brown denim shorts. Continuing past the narrow waist, Debasish lingered on the swelling under her bright green halter. He finished his visual journey staring into twinkling, big, brown eyes over a grin bordered by dimples.

"Hiiii, Uncle Debasish," smiled Bipasha showing her pearls of glistening white teeth through rosy lips.

"Hi, dear. So, you have come to assist me with gardening. Well, then why don't you join me in my work!" he said.

Gracefully, Bipasha knelt and leaned forward to be kissed. She would always do that, offering a cheek to him in greeting.

"It's good to see you at working," she said, a small catch in her voice.

"It is my passion, I love gardening," Debasish said.

Debasish noticed her, his friend's daughter whom he had seen from her toddler stage, and now she had become a big girl of 18 years. He would always wonder how these girls grow up so quickly like plants, not only Bipasha but his own daughter Arpita too. He remembered the days as if it was like yesterday, this girl Bipasha and his daughter Arpita both 2 years old would sit together on his lap and would cling to his neck and shoulder and now they were both big girls like women. But he had a soft corner for this kid Bipasha as he had fucked her mom Madhu. He always liked this kid, her big brown eyes and warm, quick, smile would always draw his attention. Bipasha had an easy way about her, as though being happy and positive was so embedded in the core of her personality, no other emotion was possible.

Debasish had developed a caring relationship with Bipasha like father and daughter and now he was helping her with her field studies related to plants which were his subjects. He'd watched her grow up and now that she was almost a woman, he really enjoyed being around her. She adored him and, in any situation, other than at work she'd have run up to him and thrown her arms around him, pressing her tight little body against him and giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheeks. They'd been buddies for years. Sometimes he would think Bipasha was not closer to her father Dipankar as she was close to him. His relationship with Bipasha had ripened in due course of times.

Bipasha was on her knees, legs spread for leverage. Her black hair was piled on her head, secured by a blue and white bandana. She was valiantly pulling on the stump of a dead bush to extricate it from the soil. Holding it with both hands, she was wisely using her legs and shoulders to pull. Debasish could see her muscles flexing under sweat-sheened skin. Her muscles stopped and she was looking at him.

"Are you going to watch me or continue your work?" she giggled.

"You are such a lovely child and I am making you do work in this heat of the sun!" Debasish exclaimed.

He was shaken back into the present. Bipasha had a soft, gentle expression as she stared at him over her shoulder. Perhaps it would have been easier for her to turn her body. His view was certainly better with her turning the way she did.

"Well, Uncle Debasish?" she said.

Debasish was kneeling. He could see dirt covered her calves. Her thighs were streaked with the same brown color. There was a smudge on her cheek where she wiped the sweat away with her dirty soiled hand. A rivulet of sweat slid down her throat, caressing the mound of her breast before disappearing into the halter. Bipasha noticed him watching her.

Debasish said, "A wise gardener would have used a shovel to cut the bush's roots below the surface, making the task much easier and quicker."

"A wise man would have knelt in the soil to be next to his Assistant and would not stare at her continuously," teased Bipasha.

Kneeling now, facing her, Debasish was suddenly overwhelmed by the sheer feminine attractiveness of this girl.

"What's the hell, the roots of these shrubs have gone so deep inside the earth! Maybe I should get a sharp cutter to cut as they are so thick! the roots," Debasish said and expressed his displeasure.

"Maybe," she replied in a low, husky tone, "Or, maybe we can dig it out with our hands."

Working in the dirt around the dead and forlorn shrub, they used their hands to scoop away the soil, to pull out the roots. No speech was necessary. Four hands worked as one to slowly free the bush from its death trap. They sometimes touched, bumping into each other: a thigh against a thigh, her hip against his side, her arm touching his back. Debasish could smell her. She smelled of light perfume and a natural womanly odor heightened by her sweat. Her sweat was sweet, unlike his own. It was fragrance spewed by a flower: alluring, appealing. Debasish could hear her ragged breath when she struggled: a little grunt, sometimes a "humph," as she worked the soil. Heat radiated from her. Not just physical heat or reflection of the day's glorious sun, it was energy, a magnetic field drawing him to her.

"Okay. It's loose enough. Let's pull it out," Debasish said.

Shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh, they each took a handhold on the dead bush. Moving as one, they pulled, their muscles straining. The roots gave with a pop. Bipasha squealed as they fell back together. She landed on her back. He fell over her. His hands were by her waist and his fingertips ran along the indented curve and swell of her waist. Her shirt had ridden up, exposing her white stomach and deep navel.

Bipasha froze as her stomach quivered. His nearness was shocking her. The only sounds were of their indrawn breaths. She couldn't look away. His pelvis pressed ever so slightly between her thighs. Bipasha became aware of their situation. They'd fallen in such a way that her legs had opened and his most private part was pressed against hers. Something hard, thick, and long prodded against her mound and the pressure felt a little uncomfortable. She wasn't expecting anything poking in such a delicate area.

The tension mounted. Debasish leaned closer. What to do? What uncle was going to do? Shit. What if I'm bad at it? Holy shit. Most probably uncle was going to kiss her on her lips, she was feeling the heat rising from her loins. She thought this was the right moment she could seduce him; she could lure him to fuck her. Her heart raced and she thought it would explode out of her chest. He was close and she felt the rush of air as he exhaled on her face. She closed her eyes. Debasish stared down at her. She saw one of his hands come up between them and cup her face. She was right, he was going to kiss her but her perception was wrong.

Debasish kissed her on the cheek and then quickly pulled away from her. It was a fatherly kiss. He said, "Hey kid, don't worry! It was an accident. It happens sometimes."

"I am happy about this accident. At least, I got a sweet kiss from my uncle," she said poking out her sensual tongue among two glistening lines of white teeth, between rosy petals of her thick lips as if to tease him. Her face was so close to him that he could feel the sweet female fragrance of a fresh breath was passing on his face. Then he looked downwards, and then he could see her white deep navel and stomach as her shirt had ridden up, not only that in the next moment, he could feel his two thighs were rubbing against two very soft skins and then he felt that his pelvis had been pressed between her two legs, just on her crotch area of panties.

Her skirt had also risen and he could see the thin layer of fabric of panties covering her vulva area from there in the sides of her leg opening, some of her pubic hair had already come out. At that moment, he felt that he had already a hard cock that was poking between the crotch area of Bipasha's panties and he was sure that Bipasha must be feeling his hardness. Ohhh, God no! He reprimanded himself for what he observed and what he felt. It was a sin. Her niece was so innocent and he doubted this girl was ever aware of the secret of sex as he knew perfectly that Bipasha never had a boyfriend. Being cautious, he tried to rise up from her body but then he felt that her two hands had encircled his neck and pulling his face towards her face. It was so close that both could feel each other's hot breathing.

"No, uncle, how could you leave me without receiving the returned kiss from me," she whispered.

Debasish smiled as he understood whenever he would plant a kiss on her cheeks, Bipasha would return him with another kiss from her. He gazed into her face, seeing a twinkle and the tip of a pink tongue snake between her lips. This naughty girl would always tease him.

"Open your lips for me," she growled.

Something happened to Debasish which he couldn't understand at that moment as if he was mesmerized by the command of this little girl. He felt as if he was hypnotized by her and under her spell. Debasish didn't speak and opened his lips slightly. Bipasha ran a thumb over his bottom lip and then bent down to kiss him. He saw her lips part and her eyelids flutter. Their lips touched in a soft and gentle kiss so electrifying he twitched all over.

When his eyes opened again, she was still leaning forward, her eyes closed, a sensual expression on her face. Her eyes opened dreamily. Her arms went around her, holding him to her. She kissed, slowly, deeply, powerfully. Her breasts were against his chest. Her hands stroked him back. Bipasha tilted her head back further and plunged in, her tongue invading his mouth and meeting her own. She moaned as she continued kissing him, their lips taking what they wanted from each other. Bipasha wrapped her hands around his neck.

"Just this once," she said seconds before her lips took control of his once again. Debasish gasped, her touch, taste, and every little detail consumed him. It was so unexpected. He followed her lead and sighed.

She didn't have a clue what she was doing, but the passion was driving her forward, and just as suddenly as it began, the passion ended when Debasish pulled away, "Ohh God no! What's the hell you are doing? You are like my daughter! You're a big girl now. You should not kiss me like this," said Debasish and jumped off from her.

He loosened her encircled hands from her neck and stood up. They stood silently and began brushing the dirt from their bodies. When he turned his look around, he saw the arousal on her face. He didn't speak a word.

Bipasha guffawed. Then she twittered, covering her mouth with her dirty hands, smearing her face with a brown, and said, "Why are you so worried and nervous Uncle Debasish? Have you not kissed me before? From a toddler, from my childhood till now You have been kissing me. The only difference is that now, I am a big girl and I kissed you on your lips. Cannot I kiss you on your lips? So, what's the harm? Is it a big issue? In our college, I have seen boys kiss girls on their lips so why cannot I?"

"My dear little Bipasha, how can I explain you? Don't you know the difference between a kiss of two lovers and between a father and a daughter?" he asked in a puzzled expression.

"Kiss is a kiss, either in cheeks or in lips. Don't you know, I love you more than my papa and I am closer to you than him," Bipasha replied in a cool manner with her innocent face.

Debasish now realized that actually Bipasha was an innocent girl and hardly had any idea about adult things as she was not much exposed to the external world like his own daughter Arpita. Maybe it was her first kiss with a male which aroused her sexual instincts which he had noticed in her eyes. Since it was natural for a young girl like her at this stage, he didn't mind it. (Hardly, he was aware of the fact that the young cunts of this so-called innocent Bipasha and his own daughter Arpita had gobbled so many big and thick cocks starting from Ramu to tribes)

"OK, dear, you won over me as you are now a big girl. I cannot argue with a big girl like you. I didn't mind at all rather I liked your kiss and I crave more kisses from you in this manner in the future because I love you," said Debasish.

Then he said to her, "OK, dear, let us resume our work."

But Debasish was mentally disturbed and embarrassed because he was still feeling her a hot kiss and warm tongue inside his mouth. His cock was rock hard. His lips tingled from the touch of her lips. He licked them and was sure he could taste her on his lips, subtle, yet reassuring to him. The kiss hadn't been something made up in his mind. Shaking his head, he started to dig the earth but he couldn't concentrate on his work. The kiss had been stupid and he should have stopped himself, but he couldn't. Once he'd started touching and tasting her, she'd become impossible to ignore. He was twenty years older and like her father, he had to constantly respect the age gap to himself whenever he was in her company.

Being around her and talking with her made him forget how young she actually was. Even though she responded to his touch, he shouldn't be feeling anything other than a bastard because his cock was not softening rather it was getting harder every minute due to the touch of a teen body. Debasish felt like a bastard. He was keeping a distance from her so that she would not notice her rock-hard cock from above his shorts. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to leave her for some time. But from the corner of her eyes, Bipasha had noticed a big bulge in the crotch area of his shorts. As he got up, she noticed he turned his body back to her so his crotch wasn't visible to her.

Ohh, God! Uncle was turned on by her touch and her first attempt was successful!

"I think I should go to the hall for taking a rest for some time as I have been working here for a long time before your arrival. I would be a bit late but, in the meantime, you clean the field and ensure that all types of shrubs and grass should be uprooted so that when I return, I would dig the earth and make it a little muddy and wet. There are few saplings left near the kitchen room which I would collect and bring here so that we could plant all saplings at a time," he said. His voice was quiet and he wouldn't look at her.

"Uncle, when you return, please bring two bottles of cool water," she requested.

Bipasha nodded and grabbed the handle of the shovel. She watched him leave, closed her eyes, and said to herself, "Uncle, you can't leave me like this, this is my first attempt. In the next attempt, you cannot escape from me and you have to surrender before me."

On the way, Debasish diverted his mind from Bipasha and his cock became softened. When he reached inside the hall, there was a complete silence that prevailed over the inside of the bungalow as he knew nobody was there in the bungalow except his mother Kaberi and Mihir. He expected them to be in the kitchen room. He proceeded towards the kitchen room.

At that time, both Mihir and Kaberi were completely naked in the bedroom. The old lady Kaberi was all in fours and was in a doggy position. Mihir, the young boy was pumping hard behind her. His big cock was moving with a speed inside her cunt and the old lady, Kaberi was moaning hard. She had already her two orgasms but the young boy had not cummed yet.

Debasish could neither find Mihir, the cook nor his mother Kaberi. He collected two bottles of cool water from the kitchen and thought that Mihir might be in the bathroom, so he moved towards his mother's room.

Kaberi stopped her moaning when she heard footsteps coming towards her room. Mihir also stopped his fucking and his cock was still enveloped tightly inside the cunt of Kaberi.

Debasish went near to the room of her mother and shouted, "Mom, mom, are you there?"

Kaberi jumped off from the bed leaving Mihir there. With a plop, Mihir's cock was disengaged from her cunt. Kaberi was very scared, slowly she paced her steps near the side window and through the gaps of the window she could see that her son Debasish was standing there calling her with two water bottles holding in his hand. Debasish could see the door of her mother's room was closed from inside and when he got no response from the inside of the room, he thought his mother must be in deep sleep, taking rest but again he wondered how could she sleep at the so early of the day? She must be not feeling well. He didn't want to disturb his old mother and proceeded towards the hall to take a rest for a while. When Debasish left, Kaberi felt a sigh of relief and she turned her face and was about to return to bed near Mihir. But she was startled to see a naked Mihir standing beside her.

"Slashhhh," a hard slap on her cheek and she fell on the floor. The next moment, she felt a naked Mihir pulling the hair off her head and was dragging her mercilessly towards the bed. She was feeling pain and she screamed, then another hard slap on her other cheek. Kaberi started sobbing due to hard slapping on her two cheeks, hot tears rolled down from her eyes.

She said with teary eyes, "Please stop slapping me. First, tell me what I have done to annoy you."

"You Randi! (Slut)How dare you leave me in the midst of my fucking? Have I permitted you to leave me?" said Mihir in an angry voice.

"My dear husband, please try to understand. All of a sudden, my son Debasish stepped in, I was scared," pleaded Kaberi.

"Fuck your son, you slut. How can you leave me without my permission? Do you still think you are the grand rich lady of Mukherjee household and I am merely a cook? You slut, you deserve punishment for disobeying me. Now, show your ass to me," said Mihir.

Without any words, Kaberi knelt on her knees poking her big round and fleshy buttocks before Mihir. The angry and aggressive boy started spanking her ass mercilessly till the cheeks became red marks. When he was satisfied, he ordered her to turn around. Again, there were hard slaps on her cheeks and her sagging breasts. Now, it was enough for the old lady, she screamed in a low voice with pain, tears streaked down from her two eyes, she started whining.

She clutched the feet of Mihir tightly and pleaded, "Please forgive me, my husband. I will never do this type of mistake ever in my life again. Please spare me this time."

"OK, you slut, now you have understood who is the boss. Come, ride on me, now you have to fuck me from above of me," directed Mihir.

Mihir lay on the bed. Kaberi rode above his erect cock and moved her ass up and down. After some minutes, Kaberi forgetting all of her pain, suffering, and humiliation started moaning and kissed frantically Mihir as she was approaching another of her orgasm.

Bipasha had put on a denim skirt and felt much cooler as she dug in the plant beds, her sensible brown work shoes pushing the spades in. She worked on, a waft of air, a cool breeze drifted in but it brought the scent of the orange flowers. Her work would be a labor of love, preparing the plants for growing. The smells of the rich earth, the feel of the dirt in her hands, the warmth of the sun on her back, was healing and reinvigorating. The rising sun steadily increased the temperature in the garden. The scent of the orange-colored blossom drifted in. Sweat ran down Bipasha's face and her arms. Her bra felt hot and constricting.

She wriggled her shoulders, paused, and looked around. Well, nobody was to be seen. She reached around and pulled the T-shirt over her head, undid her bra strap, and slipped the whole thing out of one armhole and into a back pocket. Again, she put on her T-shirt. That felt a lot better, her breasts swung in unison as they gently moved from side to side in her T-shirt as she worked. The feel of the sun on her nipples caused them to harden little, small buds in circles of brown areolas. The scent of the flame orange flowers blew over her. How she loved this garden, it always felt so peacefully happy and so warm here. The sun beat down. It really would be more comfortable without her T-shirt on. A garden sprinkler was playing on the lawn nearby throwing a fine spray and from the joint of that, another long thin hose pipe was drawn to near the newly built plant field where she was working. She turned on the water and a forced stream of water gushed out, Bipasha washed her face with cool water and it was so soothing.

Debasish took a rest for a while in the hall but his mind was with Bipasha as he thought he should not have assigned gardening work to Bipasha as the girl had no experience and it would be better to move on the place. He proceeded towards the place hurriedly.

Bipasha felt a need to answer a call of nature. She was feeling pain in her bladder. It was a long way up to the bungalow and more than once before when working there she had thought of simply nipping into the seclusion of some large shrubs by the path. There was a high place above the field where she was working and she thought, that was the appropriate place as this high place was surrounded by small shrubs, the leaves and branches of the shrubs covered it from the outside. Bipasha removed her panties and threw them which fell on the field where she was working. This time, she did just that, squeezing in between the branches. There was quite a lot of room inside, the branches hanging down and the leaves, seeking the light, all being on the outside.

It was cool inside the shrub, dark and peaceful. Bipasha pulled up her skirt, bobbed down, and began to pee; the liquid splashed onto the ground beneath her before running away and disappearing into the soil, watering the roots of the shrubs, whilst dark inside the shrubs there were small gaps between the leaves where the brightness of the day showed white against the blackness. Just in front of her was a particularly large gap in the foliage, perhaps the size of a letterbox. After breakfast, she had not gone for pee and now the accumulated hot yellow urine was streaming down between her legs and was flowing below like a waterfall and she didn't notice where the stream was flowing. The whole area was resounding with the hissing sound of her pee. She continued to pee for a quite long time till she realized that now her bladder was completely empty.

When Debasish reached, he could not find her and wondered where the girl was. He could see her panties lying near the shovel and he was further puzzled. He went ahead and then he could hear the hissing sound which was definitely the peeing sound of a female. He looked forward and saw a thin stream of water was flowing down from above, the mound of shrubs and making its way towards the plant field of Bipasha where Bipasha had planted 5 nos of saplings for her field study purpose. Then he noticed the hissing sound was coming from the mound of shrubs from where the thin stream was flowing downwards. He went ahead and through the gaps of shrubs covered by leaves and branches, and now he could see two white brightening legs in squatting position. Debasish was below the mound and he could see everything clearly as he must be around 4 meters distant from the squatting legs of Bipasha.

She was squatting and casually put her feet on the earth widely and her skirt was pulled up high on her legs. Debasish couldn't help but stare at Bipasha's muscular, tan thigh. It looked so soft and smooth and he could almost see all the way to the girl's beautiful slit! Soft and puffy outer lips surrounding a tight, moist slit. There were dense black hairs on her mound surrounding the puffy vulva. He saw her cunt was widely opened as two little thumbs spreading her cunt a bit exposing deep pinkish all around inside as she had spread her soft labia with her fingers to expose her little pee-hole. Debasish watched a small light-yellow stream squirting out of her little pee-hole and splattered on the ground as she just let it flow. For a moment Debasish had to marvel at the rosy little slit and the little button, which obviously was already quite hard and protruded from its smooth foreskin. Some of her pees were running down on one of her thighs towards her ankle. He could see her labia hair glisten with drops of piss.

He could see Bipasha closing her eyes with her mouth wide open as she was moaning while releasing the pee at a rapid speed. Her face looked like she was getting pleasure probably because it feels good to release the pee after holding so long. The flow of Bipasha's pee had begun to dwindle, and Debasish realized that there was not much piss left inside her bladder. Debasish had already a hard rock cock that was throbbing inside his shorts after seeing such young pussy. She had finished her peeing then all of a sudden her sixth sense foretold her as if somebody was watching her from very close.

She turned her face above and saw Uncle Debasish watching her pussy intently from so close, Ohhh...God! She would die with shame. He had seen her pussy from so close. Then their eyes met and Bipasha jumped into her feet and stood up.

"Uncle, when did you come?" she asked in a surprising voice.

"Quite a long time," he replied in a cool voice as if seeing her pussy had not affected him.

But Bipasha could see a big bulge formed in the crotch area of his shorts, she said, "But why didn't you warn me?"

"Why should I? Do you think it is wise to disturb somebody in midst of her call of nature!" he said.

Bipasha remained silent then she could hear his grunting voice, "You silly girl, come down and see yourself what have you done? You have destroyed your entire plants."

Being alarmed, Bipasha came down and asked, "What happened, Uncle?"

"See yourself, "Debasish pointed out her urine stream which had entered the small field of her 5 nos of plants and made the field wetter with her urine.

"Don't you know urine in the soil can introduce toxic levels of nutrients into the soil and thus could kill the plant? The nitrogen in urine dries out plants and leads to leaf burn. You could have urinated in some other place instead of above your plant field," he said in a displeasing voice.

"Sorry, Uncle. I am extremely sorry! "Bipasha said in a repenting voice.

"OK, now you do one thing.

The field should be flooded with fresh water immediately," he advised.

Bipasha had no time for wearing her panties nor could she dare to take her panties which were lying near the uncle in the field. She was very nervous and concern about her plants. She just rushed near to a thin hose pipe that was lying a few distances from her. She dragged the hose pipe and turned on the water. The water came out of the pipe in a strong stream and she started pouring the water into her plant field. She went near the side of her plant field and ensured that she could fill the entire field with fresh water and her urine could be diluted with the freshwater. The field had become muddy and slippery.

"Bipasha, be careful of your steps," warned Debasish as he was standing few feet away from her.

But his warning had no effect because Bipasha's steps had already slipped in the muddy sides and she was dropped straight to the ground. He also heard the squelch of the mud as her body lurched forward in it. Her plump ass landed with a splat next to Debasish who was standing nearby her, splashing mud all over Debasish's face. Bipasha's entire face was dipped into the mud and was now totally and completely covered in it. It's all over her dress now, the mud. Liquid wicked up the thin fabric of her dress and she could feel it -- cold and slimy -- against her skin. As she fell on her back, she sprawled across the muddy field, her skirt raised up to her waist. Debasish felt pity for her condition as he could see her hairy puffy vulva kept open exposing the pink inner side between her lips. Bipasha could feel the coldness of the dirt and filth between her two legs, against her back, her neck, and her arse. Her hips were visible over the surface of the mud, and he could see the mud dripping off of her, especially as it dripped off of her pubic hair. Debasish could see how trashed her clothes were and how messy her face was.

"Are you hurt, dear?" asked Debasish in a concerned voice.

She looked up at Debasish, laughing a bit, "No, uncle, I am ok."

Then she reached her hand up as if she were asking for help to stand. He gave her his hand. Before Debasish could make any effort to pull her up, due to being hasty, Bipasha gave a sharp tug on Debasish's arm and sent him into the mud right on top of her. He landed on Bipasha, and now they were face to face. Due to falling, one of his loose leg openings was stretched and raised above and his already hard cock popped out. Due to a sudden jerk, both of them continued to roll around in the mud. Debasish got a handful of Bipasha's meaty raw ass as she had no panties under her skirt. He extended a second hand and felt Bipasha's firm thigh. The sensation of gliding his hands over a young girl's slick body was like nothing he had ever experienced in his life. The mud formed a perfect lubricant as one hand glided over Bipasha's ass, back and thighs, while the other caressed her thighs and calves. Bipasha slid one of her hands down uncle's stomach toward his groin. She grabbed a handful of hard, muddy cock which had come out of his leg opening and started touching it as if due to rolling over each other's body.

She stroked one hand up and down his hard, slick shaft while tugging his balls with the other.

Due to rolling down, now Debasish was on his back and Bipasha climbed on top of him, never letting go of his cock. She was lying on his chest, leaning forward and stroking his shaft with both hands. Debasish caressed her lower back and her naked ass cheeks. Bipasha hung her boobs in his face as all of the buttons of her shirt had been unbuttoned due to jerking and rolling of their bodies. If they had not been so muddy Debasish would have suckled them.

Instead, he reached up and caressed her enormous globes. They were full, heavy, and slick with mud. Debasish slid his hands all over them, marveling at their size and weight. Her nipples--which up until that point had been non-existent--were now jutting out and demanding attention. He pinched and squeezed, twisting them between his fingers. The mud in between them and covering them and making every movement much more sensitive, and they began to wiggle and writhe, enjoying the feelings.

At first, her hand slid right alongside uncle's cock, but didn't quite get it. The feeling of her slippery hand gave Debasish were enough to make him want more. Bipasha moved her hand up towards the surface again and then plunged it deeper, once again trying to find uncle's cock. She wanted to stroke it badly, and she knew he wanted it, too. Finally, her hand slid right down over Debasish's cock, fitting right over it. The mud helped her to slide her hand all the way over him, down the shaft, and then back up again. The palm of her hand grazed the tip of his cock, teasing Debasish even more. Bipasha began to pick up speed though, and soon she was stroking him fairly briskly, exciting the both of them. Under the surface, the mud was squishing through her fingers and all around Debasish's cock as Bipasha stroked him, and the noises were getting really funky. Debasish's breathing grew heavier, and Bipasha knew now was the time to fuck. Bipasha let Debasish put his legs straight out in front of him, and she put her knees on either side of him, straddling Debasish's pelvis. Slowly Bipasha lowered herself towards uncle's cock.​