Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

"I'm just curious why you decided to choose an elderly lady like me sweetie? You're very young and we are taking a big risk. Do you know, I am still having my menstrual cycles! I have a grown-up son whom you address Uncle Dipankar and a granddaughter Bipasha who is a few years younger than you. If I get pregnant by you, I'm sure our family members would never approve."

Now he really was blushing, "I don't honestly know," he muttered. "Something about you. I have fallen in love with you and if you get pregnant, I would declare to everybody that I am the father of the baby and I would marry you. You are a rich lady, the big lady of the Chatterjee household. If ever you leave your family, would you be happy with me?"

"For you, I am ready to leave everything even I would be happy to live with you in hell, "she smiled.

They reached the valley full of green grasses and few trees. Bipin stopped the car near a big tree under the shadow. The sun glinted off the area, the gentle plains stretched as far as the eye could see. He looked at a mile or more of flat grassland with tall trees along both sides with solid rock faces rising behind the trees. A gentle heat-haze wavered marginally above ground level, imperceptibly distorting one's vision of the flatlands on the far side of the river.

"It's very beautiful here Archana, your choice of this place is always right," Bipin muttered, knowing that this was an understatement of some magnitude.

She looked across at him and with a romantic mood he held out his hand to her. Archana grasped his hand softly and he pulled her to him. Words became superfluous, the age difference merely a statistic. The moment their lips met he knew he was safe. Shielded from the harshness and cruelties that life deals out, Archana was a sanctuary for him. She might have been fifty-six, but it was he felt the child inside him before a motherly affectionate figure which he never received ever from his childhood. She returned his kisses with a gentle passion all her own, held him tightly, and murmured softly as he ran his fingers through her hair whilst caressing her gently as might the unselfish lover.

A hot afternoon that it was, her warmth infiltrated his whole being. He needed her and wanted her above all things but this he knew had to be on her terms only. Simply holding and kissing her was an experience to savor, a privilege to appreciate, the rarest of check-points in the game of life itself. Just for a moment she broke off from kissing him and looked up, her eyes - part promising, part pleading... wholly needful.

"Let us go to the passenger seat on the back, "he said.

It was a long seat-like bench. Bipin reached up with his two arms as though he was startled and afraid she would fall. What he was really doing was grabbing those full-blown, overripe breasts hanging above him like fruit ready for picking. So he reached over, behind her head, and slid his hand along her neck, brushing her slowly with his thumb as, with his fingers, he unbuttoned her kameez from the neck portion. Emboldened and still intoxicated with her scent and the warmth of her body, he looked right into her eyes and lifted the Kameez up to her breasts. Then he slid his right hand inside the kameez and felt the cups and straps of her bra. Since the Kameez was very loose, his hand easily slid across her hairy armpit and felt the strap of her bra where it was hooked on the back.

He unhooked the bra and again his hand came to the front and he had pulled her bra up, freeing up both almost mountain-like breasts that now she was encouraging him to suckle erotically as he took such delight in the rest of her body. He ran his left hand along the length of her breast and, his hand closed around her big round yet incredibly soft and yielding breast until he came to the hard nipples which he rotated between thumb and forefinger. Immediately her eyes glazed over and she let out an involuntary cry of surprise. Easing his hand across to her other breast, Bipin began manipulating the nipple through the thin cotton cup of her bra she had on. Whether she realized it or not he could detect a slight forward thrusting of both breasts as she became more at ease with his ministrations.That she was big, which always added an attraction for him. The occasional whimper of pleasure was beginning to escape her lips and at the point, he began undoing the lower few buttons of her kameez, she merely lay back against the seat, watching his progress.

Inclining his head towards her now fully exposed bra cups, Bipin kissed the softness beneath, aware of her sharp intake of breath. She was just so beautiful. Kissing her once more on the lips, Bipin allowed his hand to slip inside her bra, feeling its exquisitely designed contents and deliberately passing his fingers across her nipple. Her eyes opened wide, but she did not attempt to restrict his exploration - even when he slipped his hand inside the other cup, gently manipulating that delicate bud between his thumb and forefinger. He grabbed her mixed grey hair gently. Her hair tied up revealed her bare neck with hair curls. Her fingers cupping his face were fleshy and her wedding ring showed the wear and tear of 38 years of married life. Then he kissed this old grandmother full on the lips while his free hand explored her upper body, her tits, belly, neck, and shoulders. Bipin probed her sweet, elderly mouth with his tongue and flicked at hers until, at last, it responded. He kissed once more that delicate little open mouth through which breath so fresh was issuing, in time with her increased respiratory rate. Kissing her lips was different this time. She was opening her mouth full to let him explore and he forced his tongue into her mouth which she finally sucked greedily. He could feel her mouth's inner taste and saliva. The sound of their teeth rattling and lips slipping in her sweet saliva together with her moans made his cock rock hard.

Her eyes closed and she let the back of her hand touch his hardened prick, and then grabbed at it tentatively through the fabric of his pants, then harder and then... she started squeezing it. His cock was becoming rock hard through his pants and his cock was really throbbing, and he could feel the precum leaking into his underwear, there was no way she could avoid noticing it. He hauled down his pants, quickly; he pulled off his underwear groaning with relief as his big long erect cock sprang out into the open and now free. For several moments he continued fondling her gently, knowing full well she had done this before with him on several occasions but today was very different as both of them were feeling very romantic just like two teens and that something of her sixth sense told her that today was a different day for her as if a day of experiencing new things.

Maintaining steady eye contact with her, which he sensed was reinforcing both her trust and his unspoken intentions to cause her no discomfort - real or metaphysical; he signed her to raise her two hands so that he could remove her kameez from her body. Now, she was only with her bra in her upper body. Bipin eased both shoulder straps down her arms, gently lowering the cotton material until both curvy big breasts were fully exposed. Momentarily she looked so vulnerable.

Bipin was mesmerized himself. Those wonderfully sculptured mounds of ripe femininity lay proudly displayed before him. Leaning forwards, he kissed her right breast softly, as with his free hand he caressed her other side. It was at the point his lips drew down on her nipple and he heard her whimper softly. Raising her arms she held him to her, as he suckled her nipples one after the other. Her eyes closed now, she thrust her breasts out proudly, imploring him to suck harder.

How long they engaged in that wonderful closeness he couldn't say, but inevitably, desire and accumulated hormonal back-up opened the floodgates. Still sucking gently on her nipples as she lay back against the seat smiling dreamily, his hand sought the warmth of a quite different locale. Sliding the hand near her waist, he untied the knot of her shalwar lace holding her shalwar, and pressed his body against hers, his cock almost impaling against her white, chubby belly. Her shalwar then loosened and fell from her waist. He pulled it up to her knees. Bipin could see that she wore black panties which were clinging to her waist beneath her wide belly. And they covered an ass that was so generous and round that it demanded further exploration. While he held her robe out of the way with one arm, he took in the ass of the elderly grandmother and his heart started racing once again. It was snow-white, of course, but so round and so... massive.

He swept the hanging shalwar away from her waist laying it over the floor of the car. He slipped his hand between her legs; her hand brushed her silky pubic hairs feeling the softness of her inner thighs and the latent heat that resided there. He kissed her hard and ran his hands all over her white body, her chubby thighs, and the great drooping tits. She was unresisting.

Archana, the elderly lady cried with probable genuine girlish shock and murmured, "Ohhhh...yes, touch there."

Her words however were fully reflected by her body language which saw her part her legs marginally and she began to kiss him with what he could only describe as an increased passion. Again, his hand sought refuge in that reclusive tunnel and at the point, the tips of his fingers reached the front of her panties, she began to breathe hard. Rubbing her there softly she began to moan, needing him to kiss her harder and quite obviously requiring his complicity in whatever was to follow.

Seemingly acclimatized to sitting there topless now, she even whispered softly, "Do you really think I'm pretty?"

"I doubt there is a prettier or more desirable woman on this planet right this second sweetheart," Bipin assured her. It was the undoubted truth.

Beginning now to rub her, the full length of her pussy, albeit, through those skimpy little panties that were even now peeking out from beneath her white fatty and flashy thighs, Archana's soft cries of pleasure were escalating. There was only one option indicated. Slipping a finger up beneath the elastic Bipin discovered a warm and well-furred terrain that curved down and inwards to ingress of near volcanic heat that on approach caused its owner to wriggle perceptibly while whimpering in what may have been a semi-embarrassed pleasure. He certainly wasn't embarrassed! Without any delay, he pulled on her black panties and threw them on the floor where her shalwar was lying.

Now, she was completely naked. He could see the long inner line of her pussy surrounded by a bushy black and grey, mixed hair covering her entire pubic area. Her vulva lips were slightly opened and her big bud was peeping through the inner lips above.

"You have never done this to me in this manner previously, today it feels unique and something different," she whispered between little gasps.

He already suspected as much but was pleased beyond measure to hear her confirmation of such. Incredibly tight as you might imagine for an elderly lady who had not been fucked for years and now only she had been fucked by a young boy for some months, he was only able to get two fingers inside her with due patience and diligence. It was worth it though. He couldn't rightly say how pleasurable it was for her but from his perspective, it was at the upper end of Nirvana.

When fingering a thirsty unexplored cunt of an elderly lady which had been dry for years, there was a fine line indeed between pain and pleasure - his pleasure, her pain! It was very important to ensure that she was as relaxed as possible and that he treated her nether regions as she was like a Ming vase - with respect and gentility. And Bipin at this young age understood this. The further inwards he delved with his finger the louder her gasps and the wider she spread those fleshy legs of hers. Thinking to round off the lesson for the day, he located her clitoral hood and set up a vibratory pattern thereupon that had her fully unable to sit still. He had almost forgotten, such was his concerted application, the degree of arousal such activity was bequeathing his own procreative equipment.

"Oh gosh," she moaned delightfully as the first of several pre-orgasmic tremors radiated outwards from vaginal ground zero.

Her expression right then was that of a sexy young schoolgirl caught turning the pages of the library's adult book. Bipin could ill-afford to slacken of his ministrations and thus he began to kiss her hard on the lips at the same time increasing the pressure on her quite obviously engorged clitoris. He could feel the quake building and as she neared what he knew must be her first full-on orgasm of the day at the behest of his fingers, he felt her legs closing up on auto-pilot. He took her to the edge - nature dragged her over! All she could mutter was a series of 'Ohhhhs" as wave after wave of coalesced pleasure wracked her voluptuous frame. Gradually she opened her pretty eyes.

Flushed silly, but feeling as he imagined extraordinarily relaxed, she smiled up at him, "I can't believe I just let you do that... but it felt so good," she giggled like a teen.

There was something just so inherently arousing observing a woman do that, most especially an elderly lady. It was about that moment Bipin remembered that he had needs of his own and watching what he just had, hardly qualified as a pacifier. With no particular expectation of reactivating the magic, he just pulled her to him once again and telling her truthfully just how beautiful she was, kissed her with all the passion that he possessed. It was different this time - more a sense of urgency from her viewpoint. The harder he kissed her the tighter she wrapped her arms around his neck. Their words and intimacies became more subtle - less believable, but Oh how wonderful it was. Could he have known her long enough to actually love her? It didn't matter; he whispered it aloud as he drank her warmth...the whole essence of her being.

For their part, they clung to each other, not as grandmother-grandson, not as a pair of lovers should, but as only conjoined souls who were able - on that empirical level that embraced awareness and inseparable affection. Bipin didn't even remember her kneeling in front of her -- his back now to the seat. He had no recollection of sliding her panties down and then straddling his hips with her own. Bipin knew his hands were caressing her soft and pliant big round bottom and that she was somehow urging him on to greater daring.

Vaguely he was aware that "Be gentle," he heard her whimper as his erection pressed unerringly up between her legs. Had he asked this of her? Had this day been planned in cosmic realms unknown, eons ago? Now was not the time to ponder the mysteries of life however and kiss her passionately. Bipin left it to Archana to guide him into the Promised Land. He felt her cunt lips separating, the moisture on-site and the tightest of channels barring his way. He was sure she was moaning softly due to joy whilst jerking down with her hips, though he could no more contribute to her as his shaft was deep down inside her.

His only tools were compliant lips and a big black cock which was a poor man's only property yet she braved her whole family members for him with no audible complaint. One a strong thrust downwards as he winced for her and then he was able to slip deep inside her. This was a new world order, a poor boy with a rich elderly lady one that he was no more in control of than she was. All he knew - he desired her more than any girl before her. Yet this desire curiously, he knew was founded purely on love, not lust. As his own needs escalated in direct proportion to his deepening penetration of that exposed cavern between her legs, Bipin, the young boy began to thrust up into her, even as she started to whimper aloud for him to cum inside her so that she might feel it. But all of a sudden, Bipin's mind was diverted when he saw her luscious globes of the big white ass were swaying with his strokes. He made a quick decision to take advantage of the situation. as he worshiped at the temple of her soft and luscious ass.

"Archana, I want something different today. Would you allow me? I think you would also enjoy with a different taste which we have never tried before, "he cajoled.

"What's that?" she asked.

"I want to fuck in your back hole, "he said in a cool voice and withdrew his cock from her love hole.

Archana didn't react immediately but he could see her horrified and surprised face. Her face was a mixture of horror and resignation. Then she remained very cool and quiet. For once, Archana stopped her body movements. He wasn't sure, but he thought he detected a quickening breath. He had to have her. He had to have that wonderful, bare ass.

Without reacting to anything, she got up from the seat and came outside of the car completely naked. The naked body of an elderly lady was glazing in the daylight. She moved near to the plain grass ground. She was guiding him to that big tree. She stood near the wide trunk, under the shadow of that big tree without saying anything, just like an obedient child.

"Now, get down on your knees and suck my cock," he said.

She got down obediently, opened wide, and slipped her rosy lips over his drooling cockhead. Her warmth and wetness enveloped his cock; she took him inch by inch time till her bottom lip was pushing into his balls. He looked back down to Archana. She was really attacking his cock with her mouth.

He looked back to Archana again and said, "Archana, get on all fours."

She drew off his cock, turned around, and got on all fours as he commanded her. Oh my God, there was the most gorgeous, rosy, curvy ass. Bipin then got down on his knees behind her, gripped her hips, and buried his face in between her ass cheeks. First, he gently kissed it, and then rubbed his bare cheek against hers, then his hands, like a blind man, taking in the extent of it all, rubbed her ass and down to her thighs and the back of her knees. He stuck his tongue deep into that back passage, he wriggled it around, he probed, circled, he even spat right up to it.

Archana's asshole was just beautiful. It was an amazing tight pink puckered hot hole nestled between her ass cheeks. Bipin moved in to lick it clean. Soon he was tongue fucking her ass hole: he couldn't seem to stop. And he didn't want to! He wanted to eat her up forever! She lifted it back. Was that a moan he heard from her? He could feel her squirm and push back into him as if she wanted his tongue ever deeper in her asshole. Soon Archana reached an orgasm and came. This one lasted for several minutes; she squeezed his head between her legs while her feelings were calming down.

Bipin was cleaning her up again, savoring her sweet flow. She finally said that it was wonderful but she needed some rest for a minute. He moved up, towards her beautiful face. She took him in her arms and pulled him to her, kissed him deeply, and moved his head so that it was resting on her lovely breast. They hugged each other for a while, but they both knew that it wasn't the end, just the beginning.

Bipin took his hardened member and rubbed it along that sweet old ass of Archana, letting his balls linger in her crack. With his right hand, he reached around and grabbed her great breast, and kneaded it gently. With his left, he reached around and inserted a finger in her pussy which was wet and ready. Then he inserted two fingers, then three. No more talking from Archana but a slight moan, hardly anything at all. All he knew was he wanted that ass and he would have it.

Carefully, he wiped his generous supply of pre-cum along Archana's ass crack then worked his cock in slowly. He felt resistance and then she opened to him and he easily worked his way through her large and wonderful ass hole. At last, from her, a sound. "Oh," she said, not in resisting or approving, just in surprise. Bipin didn't care anymore, he would have his way with her. He knew she wanted it now.

Bipin now took his hands from her tits and pussy and grabbed onto her surprisingly thick waist as he drove his prick into her ass, slowly at first. It felt wonderful beyond all expectations. Gently he rocked back and forth, pressing her against the trunk of the tree. For a moment, her legs buckled and she gasped but he stayed with her and she returned to her former position, bent over the trunk. He withdrew his cockhead from Archana's anal entrance and then slammed his balls deep into her in one savage stroke, plunging the full length of his hearty member into her elderly rectum.

"Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhhh!" she cried with pain.

He pounded her with everything that he had. She clenched his cock hard with her ass muscles, but his cock was so solid it could have powered through a wall.

"Aaaaahhhh! Oh god, it hurts!" she screamed again.

"Ohh, yes, I am going to pump your ass full...aaahhhhh!"Bipin cried with ecstasy.

So caught up was he in his own pleasures, he at first hadn't realized she was now getting no pain then he noticed how Archana was playing with her pussy with a free hand, supporting herself at the trunk with the other.

"Uh, uh, uh," she said over and over in the same innocent voice she used to welcome him.

He was excited beyond all measure, much more than with the tribal younger woman he had enjoyed a few days before. There was something about the fat, white ass of this sweet grandmother jiggling as he plunged his cock into it repeatedly that was incredibly thrilling. He pulled at her waist and she willingly gave herself to him. He would take a free hand and feel her soft and hefty belly, her tits, her ass, her throat, and her shoulders. Bipin jammed a finger into her mouth and she sucked on it like a baby, breathing harder. His cock, still rock hard, popped out in all the commotion. She was calming down and he felt this would be the end of it but good old Archana, the grandmother, and ass fucker extraordinaire, reached down, hunting, almost frantic until she found his cock and forced it into her now enthusiastic ass hole.

"Oh Bipin... do it hard, do it hard, do it hard, "she hissed again and again like a steam engine, and he pistoned into her ass, rubbing her ass, feeling her tits, kissing her back until finally, almost gratefully,

And then finally, it all happened at once, he groaned as the cum charged out of his balls, through his cock, and into her anal confines. He shot his load into her ancient, accommodating rectum. This was the most intense orgasm he had ever had. Just as he came Archana's body shuddered and she shook so noticeably that he thought for a moment she was convulsing, then the moans came in slight she screamed like a baby. He erupted deep inside her and the feeling of release was so intense that his head was sent spinning. He heard a splashing sound and realized she was squirting. He could see the puddle expanding on either side. The delicate Archana-like waves as she fell against him and his still hard, but less rigid penis flopped out and swayed against the great white ass he had just fucked.

When he pulled out, the cum fell out of her ass and down the back of her legs, he had shot such a huge load her ass could not hold it all. He pulled out of her ass then pulled her cheeks apart to watch his cum drip from her chocolate starfish. Mmm yes, that white spill was nice and nasty looking.

"Well, Archana, you have a wonderfully tight butt, "he appreciated to which she smiled back.

When he backed away, breathing hard still and sweating with satisfied desire. Archana looked at him not in a shy way but in a way quite unlike anything he'd seen from her before. He walked over to Archana still naked, whose eyes were fixed unashamedly on his hard prick. He reached down near her and slid three fingers in her cunt which was wet and warm.

"Archana," he looked her right in the eyes and she returned his glance, half shutting her eyes from time to time as he plunged his fingers in and out of her. "Did you enjoy getting fucked in the ass?"

Then he gave a gentle squeeze to her ass and worked his fingers into her ass hole. She said nothing.

"Archana, tell me you would like to get fucked in the ass again sometime." Her breathing increased. He asked, "Archana?"

She looked at him with the closest thing to passion he had ever seen in her. Finally, she nodded. Bipin smiled and worked his arms around the great white ass he had fucked before. He slid around behind her and kissed it, licked, stroked it, and let his member smear it. The flower smell of her was still intoxicating as he moved again to face her. He sucked at her massive, soft tits while she stroked his hair and held his face to the grandmotherly breast.

"Say it Archana," again he asked.

"I liked that very much Bipin. I would like to do it again sometime, "she said softly.

"Do what, Archana?" again he asked.

She took a little breath like she was dealing with a spoiled, disobedient child. She said the words quietly, but sincerely, "I would like for you to fuck me in the ass again, Bipin. I would like it very much."

And for the first time, Archana, the full-blown flower smiled and grabbed his rock-hard cock, then turned around and looked back at him.

"And I would like you very much to fuck me in the ass again right now in the backseat of the car, Bipin," she smiled.

They again reached inside the backseat of the car. Bipin gave no thought as to the possible consequences, merely fulfilling his sexual capacity in the best interests of Mother Nature. Holding her hips tightly, he started ramming his cock once again inside her ass hole. After some time, he spurted all he had to give, probably more - deep inside her rectum corridor. Even as he pumped in those last few stragglers, the glow which spread across her face rendered all words obsolete.

Afterward, she just lay beneath him, wanting him to caress her hair and cheeks. She let him stay above her still his cock inside her ass as the tide of semen trickled down from her ass hole and fell inside of her thighs. It was all so ethereal and left-field of the real-time somehow. They lay cuddled up in that car for several hours watching life slip by peacefully on the valley. They couldn't feel when a deep slumber overtook both of them and Bipin slumped over Archana.

A strident, mechanical rattled harsh ruckus of kingfishers and storks with their flapping made Arpita awaking from her slumber. She opened her eyes and for a moment couldn't make her sense where she was. Then she looked at the branches of the tree above her where the little birds were chirping. She was feeling very fresh and rejuvenated. She must have slept for more than one hour she thought. She glanced sideways and found a lot of fruits like ripe bananas, ripe pineapples, and oranges placed on the rock but uncle Dipankar was not there. He must have gone to the waterfall for a bath she thought. She went upwards by the side of the stream. There was a wide grassy bank leading up to the stream, which glinted dazzling in the sunlight. There was no one else here, and there were ripples in the water in the noon air.

And from distance, she could hear the sound of water falling. He proceeded towards that way and uncle was right. The water was falling in from a small rock mountain above to a big water basin from which the stream was flowing downwards. The water basin was surrounded by greenery, a lot of small and big trees with shrubs. It was marvelous and scenic which she had seen in movies. When she reached near she could see uncle bobbing his head and was swimming in the water of the basin.

She reached nearer. Dipankar could see a scene that he had never witnessed ever in his life. A young naked girl was moving slowly towards the edge of the water, her naked white body was glistening brightly with the sunshine and her round breasts were swaying rhythmically with her walking. The triangle black patch between her legs was totally in contrast to her white body. The sky was a deep rich blue, the color of stained glass, and the sun rode high in the swollen clouds like a big gold pocket watch. Arpita's eyes glowed like a hunting cat's in that brilliant light, and her mouth was red as a berry.

"Hii, uncle enjoying alone in the water, "she smiled showing her glistening pearls of prominent white teeth.

"Are you coming in?" he smiled.

She lifted her face, "How's the water?"

His gaze finally reached hers, "Refreshing."

"In other words," she interpreted, "freezing."

She couldn't resist sneaking a look lower down where his flaccid cock was hanging and shrank like a little boy. She was wondering how could a big giant turning into a dwarf!

"You're not going to swim at all, are you?" A smile creased the corners of his eyes, "Your naked body is going to torment me."

She arched a brow on him, "And perhaps to get some color into my skin."

"There's nothing wrong with the color of your skin." Dipankar spread out his hands and swam near to her and sat on the edge.

"Uncle..." She was pleading for him to take her into his mouth and suck the aching throb of her lips.

"My dear little girl, Arpita," His voice was butter soft, a balm to her splintered nerves, "Come here, baby."

She knelt before him. His arm came around her waist, pulling her down firmly into the cradle of his embrace, her cheek pressed to the thudding beat of his heart. Dipankar pulled her close to his body and she felt his wet water dipping body on her and the next moment she felt the cold lips of him on her warm lips.

"Close your eyes and enjoy," he said, "That was amazing."

His fingers curled in her hair, brushing her fringe aside, and his lips pressed gently to her forehead, "You're amazing."

A knot formed in her throat at his tenderness. The sexual energy-consuming her had been drained, the anxiety attack squelched, and emotion rushed in to fill the gap. At least half the ache of longing uncle she'd kept suppressed for so many hours from the early of the day had been for this...to be folded in his warmth and to be cherished, to feel complete and at peace when she was fucked by him a few hours before. After all, it was her victory, she won over him and she knew well that now uncle was in her captivity. She slanted one leg over his and folded her arms across his chest to prop her chin on. She gave him a playful smile.

"Tell me something I don't know, "she said with a seductive smile.

"It's always been different with you, Arpita. Special." His grin came on slow and sexy as he linked his arms around her, his hands resting on the small of her back, "That's why I resisted for so long."

Spread over him, satin soft skin flush with rock hard abs and rippled chest, appreciation for his animal maleness soaked into her pores and kept her blood simmering. Lost in the intensity of his gaze, her muscles growing languid beneath his exploration, her heart opened to his words and demanded answers in her mind. Why resist? What are you so afraid of?

Her mind sharpened against the lull of too much of uncle, too much sex, and possibly too much sun now, and she kept her mouth shut. She'd already asked those questions in various forms, long before they'd crossed the line from a relationship of uncle and niece to lovers, and his stubborn answers never changed and didn't actually answer anything at all. He wasn't afraid. He wanted to have a relationship but wouldn't confess. The world was too big and exciting and life was too short to cram into one corner of it.

Pain stabbed at the edge of his subconscious, whether he would accept this girl as his lover but he couldn't allow it to pierce. He was determined nothing would ruin these precious few hours. If she pushed him, he'd back off so quickly, he'd topple over into that abyss of secret fears and God knew what else and he didn't want them to end in that particular manner again. So no questions, no probing, not even a casual reference to what they did and what they will be doing next. He'd bargained this deal between their bodies and their hearts.

Bipasha toed the water, checking it. The temperature was perfect, not freezing. To ensure she kept balanced, he placed one hand on her hip. After she had stepped in the water, she slowly lowered her body.

When she was submerged in the pool up to her knees, Dipankar turned around and called out to her, "What are you waiting for, it's not that cold!"

"May I join, and wash you?" asked Dipankar.

She didn't hesitate, "Sure."

His erection touched her back. She was half tempted to take it in her hand and grope him. But this was her time to relax, her time to receive some tender loving care.

"Lean back," he placed his hand on her shoulder and gently tugged her closer.

"Hmm...don't mind at all, "she smiled.

"These are beautiful, Arpita," he glided one hand down her abdomen, "Such a perfect body."

Without wasting a second, Dipankar scooped her up. Dripping wet, he carried her from the edge and slowly entered into the water. His feet sloshed on the floor of the pool with each step. As he reached waist-deep water, he asked, "Should I throw you into the water?"

The cooler air gave her a chill. She quivered slightly. Arms locked around his neck, she stared happily into his eyes. Arpita started to shiver even more as a new excitement began to build up in her body, and she giggled and said that she would like that. And as soon as she said that, there was a splash and she found herself in water. Meanwhile, Arpita dived her headfirst into the rippling waves.

She slipped into the water, gliding on her back. Her body was relaxed and floated on the surface as if defying gravity while she pushed away from the shore with slow motions of her legs. Her thighs opened and closed in a languid rhythm against the resisting water, gradually moving her onward. Dipankar followed her with powerful arm strokes.

Snorting, Arpita surfaced beside him, shaking her wet hair in his face. "Refreshing, isn't it?" she giggled.

Arpita let her naked body sink to the ground so that her feet touched the floor. The water reached up to her navel then up to her breasts. Covered by water below her breast she stood in the stream pool and rubbed the splash from her eyes, her breasts sparkling in the rays of the late sun.

He joined her. "Are you now happy to see me join with you?" Arpita asked with a cheeky smile, glancing at his loins.

The clear stream water granted a kaleidoscopic view of his semi-erect member. "Hmm, to be honest...," he began hesitantly, "Don't worry, the pleasure is all ours!"

"Quite impressive, with the water being a bit cold and all," she teased.

They were both laughing and splashing around until their wet bodies collided and then they held on to each other tightly. Arpita's full lips soon met his and there in the middle of the pool their tongues entwined. He dove first into the water. Dipankar almost sunk to the bottom of the water and when he popped up he just rolled back and floated on his back next to her within arm's length. As she looked at the only thing protruding above the water. His cock was like a boat mast; tall and rigid. It even had its crow's nest, the slit at the top of the big head that caused Arpita to lick her lips as she watched. Dipankar placed his hands behind his head as if he was in a comfortable bed. But once again Arpita had found a way to beat him. As he craned his neck upward to peer at her position. Arpita had followed Dipankar's lead and she too was floating on her back. The only difference was her big firm breasts were protruding out of the water and she had spread her legs wide like a shelter cover for pirates to dock.

Dipankar just stood there watching her hand slide down her body to trace her lips as she looked at him standing there at attention in the waist-high water. As if prodded by the Gods, the wave had pushed Arpita's opened leg body right into Dipankar's waist. His cock head rubbed the cleft of her pussy and they both let out a turned-on hiss from their mouths. They had both heard each other, so no one could claim the upper hand.

Sucking her back, the wave eventually pushed Arpita onto Dipankar's cock again. This went for some time but could go no longer as one of them had to take the initiative and concede defeat. Dipankar grabbed Arpita by the waist and pulled her hand to him. His turgid cock slid easily as Arpita was very wet, something Dipankar noted to Arpita.

"Fuck...your cunt is wet, "he said with a hint of a smile.

"Your cock is rockhard," she immediately replied.

In trying to respond, Arpita had actually complimented Dipankar and he winked at her in approval. She realized how that came across and he sent another more meaningful shot across his brow. He had never fucked anyone underwater before but he thought that this was going to be the time.

"Hey, uncle, you made the first move, "she giggled.

Dipankar grimaced and rammed into her harder. She moaned her approval and he smiled his. His hard thrusts were now brutal as he stirred water all around them. She was beginning to feel that sweet sensation she felt when she was getting close, so she gripped his arms hard and started pulling herself into him matching him stroke for stroke; the buoyancy of the water making it easy for her to glide and grind her hips all over him. She thought she could best him and not be the first to break but she was wrong and she came hard over his cock. Seeing her body convulsing, Dipankar was determined to savor his victory and what he did next ensured just that.

Arpita's scream of pleasure pierced the silence of the surroundings. Dipankar had placed his thumb on her swollen clit just at the point of her orgasm and whipping it fast back and forth and he forced out some mind-blowing multiple orgasms from her body. His other hand was busy pinching her nipples very hard. Sensing her aggressive nature, Dipankar figured she might like that; he was right as she gripped his thumb and forefingers with hers and squeezed even harder. He marveled at her pain tolerance and he was tested when she pulled his same breast squeezing fingers into her mouth and bit him very hard as she finally came down from her high. From biting she was now passionately sucking his fingers and simultaneously they both had the same idea and dislodged from each other.

However, Arpita broke his grasp and swam to the side of the edge. Just above the edge, two small flat stones were resembling two arms of a chair within the gap of one foot. Hauling herself up onto the stones with her two hands, Arpita balanced her back on the edge. Now, her lower body below her breasts was submerged in water and she started paddling her feet like a child. Dipankar swam towards her and planned to touch between her legs. Arpita could see his head bobbing up near her and she stopped her paddling. Dipankar could see her two nipples hard like pebbles due to being submerged in water for a long time.

He didn't need a second invitation and swimming over he put his head between her wet thighs. He worked his way underwater to her pussy, kissing every inch of her as he went down, spread her legs, and ate her out. His fingertips brushed over her rudimentary thighs, tracing the vagina point, and he began to lick her pink folds as she held onto his wet hair. She was in a state of euphoria as his tongue explored all around the lips of her pussy. Arpita writhed underwater as his tongue slid inside her. Sometimes, Dipankar would pop up his head from the water and gasp for air.

He slipped his tongue back outside her to leave shuddering her clit before thrusting two fingers inside her.

Arpita moaned, her hips bucking up. He crooked his fingers slightly upwards, searching for her G-spot. She shuddered as his fingertips met that most sensitive place within her, and he curled his fingers a little more, stroking her while his tongue circled over her clitoris. She came quickly, insides fluttering against uncle's fingers. It wasn't long before she began to lean back and groan with every flick of his tongue. As she started to cum she lashed with her feet, kicking up the water, and became so carried away he had to hold on to her slippery thighs to continue the action. Her legs broke out in goosebumps and she started shuttering before slowly going limp. Eventually, Dipankar surfaced, popped up his head, wiped his eyes, and gasped for a long air. She was still shaking slightly in the throes of her second orgasm. She pulled her head back up and stood up, brushing her hair away from her face. He embraced her and she melted into his arms.

"That...," she said, "was fucking unreal," she dropped her head onto his shoulder as she let out a silent and exhausted word, "Fuck."

Dipankar was very happy to feel that now the girl was well conversant with the word'fuck'. They stood embracing in the pool for a while.

"Well?" he asked, "How was that?"

"Incredible, "she replied with a smile.

"Good." he stood on her feet and pulled her by the arm.

"Now, my turn, "she smiled.

"You are looking like a mermaid. I remember reading somewhere, Mermaids are deadly creatures. They drag you down to the water, "he said.

Arpita again smiled and tugged him over to a depth where he could touch the bottom. She wrapped her arms around him from his right side and scissored her legs around her thigh. Dipankar felt soft breasts and stiff nipples pressed against his ribs and an unfamiliar triangle of down against his thigh. His mermaid swam off gracefully. He splashed water on her. His cock protruded out of the water. He looked around the basin, the green vegetation around it where a cuckoo was singing a melodious song. Waaaaooo! What's a romantic atmosphere!

Arpita bent her head, pointed his stiff rod in her direction. She parted her lips, letting them glide over the glans and down the shaft. All of a sudden, he was distracted from the surroundings by a pair of soft lips fluttering over his thighs. A moan escaped his lips as their eyes met, Arpita's tongue flicking out to caress his balls.

Arpita straightened up and tightened her grip around his shaft. She closed her mouth over his glans and started masturbating Dipankar. The tip of her tongue played with the small slit that was already exuding a sweet aroma while her hand fondly kneaded his buttocks. Her inquisitive tongue explored his scrotum. Her hand stroked his shaft, fingers closing around his girth and pumping gently. Eyes still locked on his, smirking, Arpita pulled the cock over to herself and began licking it up and down.

She ran her tongue all the way up to his shaft, lips closing several times to leave quick kisses on his cock. She mouthed the tip for a few excruciating moments before finally taking him into her mouth. She swallowed him slowly, inching her way up to his cock until her lips rested against its base. Her tongue swirled over the shaft as she brought her head back, making Dipankar gasp with pleasure.

Her suction was amazingly tight and powerful and Dipankar felt as though she would pull him into her depths. Holding his ass with her both hands she pulled him into her. Not satisfied with that Arpita roughly touched up and grabbed one of his hands to place it on her head and released his penis. When she released his penis from her mouth, it was wet from her saliva instead of cool stream water.

Dislodging from his cock she looked up at him with a scowl on her face, "Fuck my face...Uncle,"

Dipankar's eyes rolled in his head and he did as he was told. It wasn't the" fuck my face" that sent him wild but surprisingly it was her insistence. She thrust her head forward again, a bit more quickly, and Dipankar gripped her hair with both hands. He rocked his hips in time with her movements, reveling in the feeling of her mouth on him. Dipankar pulled back as he felt himself beginning to crest, keeping a firm grip on Arpita's hair as she tried to take him in her mouth again.

"Too much," he said raggedly. "I don't want to finish too quickly."​