Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

"Bips, my niece and wife," he whispered.

He loved her, he knew he did, and the Three Big Words were on his lips, just at the tip of his tongue, "That was fabulous."

Bipasha kissed him, raked her fingernails up his back, "You are so sexy, Debu. I just want to eat you up."

He sighed. She wriggled out from beneath him, moving gingerly to dislodge him from her, and stood up. "I've got to have coffee to sip now," she said and started putting on her dress.

With the flickering morning sunlight, both the old lady Archana and the young driver Bipin opened their eyes. They kissed each other.

"Bipin, I don't want to wake up so early, today is Sunday. Let us sleep for another few hours," the old lady grunted with her blinking eyes.

"But Archana, my dear wife, I want to wake you up," Bipin smiled and went near her legs.

"Holy shit!" was Archana's startling statement when she found Bipin munching on her muffin. It was so good.

Her pubes were sparse, downy grey, and almost feathery in appearance. Her slit was long and thin and was very pretty as far as pussy lips go. Her scent was intoxicating and being an old lady her lips were slightly wrinkled. Bipin put his tongue at the bottom of her gorge and licked the entire length. She was already fucking wet inside to the point of dripping. Her sex tasted fresh and delicious.

Archana closed her eyes and moaned as he continued. Bipin didn't know what he was doing but he grabbed her ass and brought his face closer to her mons. Only Bipin knew how to really eat a woman's pussy. Archana was almost delirious as he continued to lick her down there. It was so titillating and every once in a while he would brush across her clitoris and an electric shock would cause her body to jerk. Bipin probed, he licked, he sucked her everywhere. She wondered within short times, this young boy had become a cunt eating champion. Archana felt his tongue begin to swirl around her clit and the temperature of her pussy began to rise. Her breaths were coming fast and hard now.

"Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit!" she screamed.

"Go ahead and cum, honey." he garbled.

Bipin then took that sensitive button in his mouth and began to suck and twirl his tongue around it at the same time. The old lady Archana looked down and saw those little feathers trembling in the wind, matching the tremors that racked her body. She wanted this sensation to last but her cunt wasn't going to slow down for anything. She strained to lift her ass off the mattress and push it deeper into his mouth. Bipin was mumbling something as his mouth seemed to be permanently attached to her cunt.

"Give it to me. Give it to me," he muttered.

Bipin wanted her gush and she wanted to give it to him. Archana let out one big moan and she blasted him. She was going to spray this fucking man-machine down this time. When she felt her dam burst she strained like she was taking a huge dump and her gush erupted. Her spray came out so hard it ricocheted off his whole face and back onto her thigh joints. It drenched the both of them. It was fucking awesome! Gush shot out of her cunt, it was such a sweet release. Bipin's mouth never moved and sucked down as much as he could. Archana jerked uncontrollably but he held on to her ass cheeks and kept drinking from her flowing fountain. When the fountain finally ran dry Bipin got up and wiped the gush from his chin. He crawled over her and gave her a great big wet kiss.

"You are so fucking hot!" Bipin remarked. "Now suck my cock!"

Archana moved up until his big black dangling cock was directly above her face. She leaned forward on all fours now. It was massive even partially erect. Archana got down on her knees in front of him and grasped it. She began to kiss and lick the bulbous head. It stiffened immediately. Fully erect now Archana could just barely encircle it with her hand. Archana covered it with her mouth and began to suck him. She took her sweet time and performed a blow job that drove him wild. She used every trick she knew to fellate him the best she could. The only thing she couldn't do was get his thick dick all the way down her throat. No way - it was just too big but she did get it back to where it was tickling her tonsils and Bipin groaned every time she did. Archana gave him an amazing blowjob and he loved it. After a while, she felt him pull her face off his cock and he told her he wanted to fuck her.

Archana reached down to guide his cock to her glory hole and when she had it in a position he shoved it in.

"Aaahhh!" Archana moaned.

He was pushing slowly until he met some major resistance. Even as lathered up as he was the girth of his shaft only allowed about half of it in her.

"Archana, at this old age also your pussy is so tight!"Bipin said in a surprising voice.

"Because your Bhashkar grandpa has left the well dry quite a long time. Now, only you have started to dig out the well," she replied.

Bipin stopped and started pumping her gently. Her pussy responded and began to juice with excitement. He was able to get more and more of his magnificent dick inside her. Archana spread her legs even wider to accommodate him. He was soon able to get most of it in and she could feel the head pressing against the back of her cervix. It was wonderful. Her pussy was stuffed to the limit and she reveled in the fullness of it. She was loving it.

"Fuck me harder," she told him.

Bipin was an amazing lover and picked up the pace. Soon they were going at it like two sex-starved inmates. Her mountainous breasts were bouncing around like two towers in the middle of an earthquake. He was pounding her so hard that her breasts actually were hurting from the jostling but her pussy was on fire and that feeling more than made up for it. Now she was a gusher but she could also cum without spraying. As much as she felt like hosing his cock down she didn't want to soak the bedspread as she didn't know how he would take it but she was going to climax again and nothing short of a major catastrophe could stop her. He was close too as he was slamming her really hard with long full strokes.

"I'm going to cum," Bipin announced.

"Give it to me," she replied.

Bipin pulled halfway out and proceeded to fuck her with short fast strokes and then he slammed it back in balls deep. He hit the back of her cervix and Archana felt a white-hot explosion permeate into the back of her vagina. That explosion set her off too. Her pussy spasmed as she came hard. The warmth of his semen spread across her cunt and he just kept squirting. Her ass was jerking around as best as it could, being stuffed with his massive cock. They both kept cumming and he filled every crevice of her womb. Archana was almost finished but his dick just continued spewing out the hot lava. It was like a raging flood of a river all over again. She never knew any man could cum so much. It was heavenly. Bipin finally finished and rolled off her to one side. Archana felt his cum begin to ooze out of her pussy.

"What this Bipin? Today it is too much which I have ever experienced!" she exclaimed.

"Dear, it is a fresh morning cum," he smiled.

Archana got up and collected her clothes leaving little white drippings every time she knelt. She clamped her thighs together and rushed to the bathroom before anybody utilized the bathroom. The flow intensified in there and she wiped her cunt and his seed just kept leaking out. It wouldn't stop so she splashed much water inside her cunt, pulled her panties on, got dressed, and went straight towards the garden area for a morning walk.

There was a freshness in the morning air. Nature seemed to take a new grip; the world was filled with freshness and joy. The two elders Bhashkar and Arnab after finishing some rounds of their morning walk were sitting on the wooden bench. The sun had already begun to rise and the morning rays had amazing energy, touching the bodies of two elders. A slight breeze rustled the leaves making them fall to the solid ground one by one near their feet. The buds bloomed in the garden and had taken the form of flowers. The cold dew appeared on the green grass. Nature was at her best in the morning. The air was cool and very fresh. The birds were chirping happily in the lush green trees of the garden. There are few drops on the green grass. The flowers were vast, and they concealed the freshly cut green grass. There were sun-colored daisies, vivid purple lilies, carrot-tinted hydrangeas, and cotton candy pink hyacinths. Both the elders were breathing in the fresh morning air. Both the elders were feeling energetic because of their morning fuck with their daughters-in-law added with the fresh morning air and warm morning sun.

Arnab said, "Bhashkar, as you know, the Govt. has approved the concrete well rings to dig wells for the benefit of tribes."

"Yes, for that purpose, I am going to the village to meet Okato in the afternoon so that I could discuss with him this matter in detail. Most probably, I may stay tonight in the village," replied Bhashkar.

Arnab stared at him and with a mischievous smile said, "Is it the only purpose or do you have something in your mind to stay tonight in the village!"

With a sly smile on his face he said, "My dear friend, Okato will definitely arrange my bed at the community hall at night. I have talked with Deoli and she would let her teen daughter Sumini fucked by me tonight whom I have already fucked once months before."

"Go man, enjoy yourself," Arnab nudged his friend.

Both the elderly ladies Kaberi and Archana had finished their morning rounds together. Kaberi was feeling moist inside her ass hole due to the heavy cum of the young cook Mihir and she felt the buttock cheeks slippery while walking. Similarly, although Archana had washed the inside of her pussy properly of the cum of young driver Bipin but after some time, the cum remaining deep inside of her core started oozing out and she felt the slipping of her two thigh joins while walking. Then both the elderly ladies saw their husbands sitting on the bench conversing with each other.

The two elderly heads stopped their conversation when they found their wives approaching them. Kaberi looked at her husband Arnab and said, "Do you know our daughter Deboshree has not visited the bungalow for the last two weeks? I want to see my daughter."

Archana also looked at her husband Bhashkar and said, "Our daughter Debika has also not visited quite a long time!"

Both the friends looked at each other and then Arnab replied, "You two mothers are very much worried about your daughters, they are not kids and they are two mature young women doing their research comfortably with tribes. But we have already sent a message to them and most probably they are coming to the bungalow together today by evening. If they are not coming today, definitely they would be coming tomorrow as Bhashkar is going to the village today and will be staying tonight there. He will bring our daughters tomorrow positively."

Both the ladies were assured of the reply and left their husbands.

"Bhashkar, I have already sent a message to Okato to send one full earthen pot of Mahua wine. Please ensure that they send it by today evening positively," Arnab said.

"Sure, my friend, let us proceed to hall for our morning coffee," said Bhashkar.

When they reached the hall they found all their family members sipping coffee. They greeted the two elders. Both the bosom friends Arpita and Bipasha found each other more radiant, energetic, and happy concealing the fact that each was getting every night fucking from the uncle. The fresh morning fuck by their uncles one hour before was still in their memories.

Bipasha said, "Arpita, after staying with my papa, you hardly meet me."

"No dear, your papa is making his full effort to finish my field study. But the same is with you also," Arpita smiled.

"Yes, dear, your papa is also taking much care to finish my project, and we don't have time," replied Bipasha.

"This has become possible because of staying together in the same room," said Arpita.

Two daughters-in-law were sitting separately with their partners, who were their fathers-in-law.

Madhu whispered, "Arn, I still feel the dripping of your cum inside me." Arnab smiled at her daughter-in-law.

On the other side, Ashmita was whispering to her father-in-law, "Bhash, you are a fucking stud!"

Kaberi, the grandmother was sitting alone in one corner and while serving her coffee, Mihir whispered, "Kaberi, do you want another anal fucking in the afternoon?"

Bipin was serving coffee to Archana, the old lady sitting just a few feet away from Kaberi. Bipin whispered, "Archana, did you enjoy our morning fucking?"

It was afternoon. All the family members had just finished their lunch in the hall when they heard a sound of a jeep entering the bungalow.

Bhashkar exclaimed, "It must be a Govt. vehicle. What's the reason of Govt. officials visiting us at these odd hours?"

After a few minutes, two Govt. officials Mr.Alok Ghosh and Mr.Amit Sarkar entered the hall and greeted the two elders. Both the elders knew these officers well.

"What's a surprise visit?" exclaimed Arnab in a surprising voice.

"Sir, our District Collector has earnestly requested you to send all of your ladies to town. We have made arrangements for their stay," said Mr.Ghosh politely.

"But why?" asked Bhashkar.

"Sir, there is a conference in a town hall on a topic, 'women's role in tribal society'. The conference will be held in the evening presided by District Collector. Many delegates from outside are coming to attend the conference. All the ladies of your family are special invitees because of their long staying in the jungle and merging with the women of tribes. Your ladies will speak their experience before all," explained Mr.Sarkar.

"When our District Collector has invited, how can we say no to him? Well ladies, what's about you all? Are you all interested to attend the program?" asked Bhashkar.

All the females of the family cheered with joy and raised their hands.

In the meantime, Mihir came forward and said, "Our grocery items are going to be exhausted so I also need to go to town."

Bipin also said, "I also need to purchase fuel for the generator from town."

Ultimately, it was agreed upon that everybody would go to town except Bhashkar and Arnab as Debasish and Dipankar would accompany the family ladies as they would be staying in that night at the town. Nextday, Mihir would purchase his grocery items as well as Bipin would purchase the fuel for the generator and after that, all would return to the bungalow the next day. After one hour, everybody left by two cars for the town. Bhashkar and Arnab were only left in the bungalow.

After some time Arnab said, "Bhashkar, you will be also leaving for the village and tonight I will be left alone. Once you reach the village, try to send the tribal wine which I could consume tonight."

"Don't worry my friend! If our daughters will arrive by evening then you will not be left alone," said Bhashkar.

It was 3.30 P.M. and Debika was preparing herself to go to the bungalow after receiving the message day before from her father. From the morning she was trying to trace out Deboshree so that both could go together but she was informed that Deboshree had gone inside the jungle with her two Assistants and had not returned. Ultimately, she decided to go herself accompanied by her two Assistants Pakul and Jojam. In the meantime, Okato, the village chief arrived at her hut with an earthen pot, properly sealed with strong leaves and explained something briefly to Pakul which Debika could not understand. Then Okato left from there.

"What's this all about?" asked Debika.

"Madam, your uncle Arnab had requested our village chief to send some wine to him and this earthen pot contains the mahua wine which I will carry up to your bungalow to hand over him. Our village chief has also conveyed a message to both your father and uncle that tonight is the 'Bone fire night' so they should arrange a bonfire at bungalow tonight," explained Pakul.

"Pakul, what's this bonfire night?" asked Debika.

"Madam, tonight nobody will remain in huts. Once in a year, particularly on this day, all the inhabitants of two villages will go outskirts of the villages. Each family will separately light the bonfire inside the jungle or near the river bank. Each family will cook meat near the bonfire and they would offer wine along with meat in leafy bowels to all the dead persons of their family. All the offerings will be encircled around the bonfire. After offering and praying, the whole family members would drink wine and consume the prepared meat. They would dance and sing the whole night till the extinguishing of fire in the early morning. It is believed that by doing this once in a year the soul of all dead persons of the family would receive the offerings and be pleased and the dead persons would bless the family," explained Pakul.

"Ohh, my God! very strange custom. I will include this thing in my research study," said Debika.

"Madam, would you not change your dress as you are in saree? Could you walk comfortably up to bungalow?" asked Pakul.

"I have no time to change my dress as we are getting late. We have to reach the bungalow before evening as you both have to return to the village to celebrate your bonfire night with your family. Once we are out of the village, I will lift my saree up to my waist so that I could walk comfortably. There is another thing, why don't we also take some wine along with us? We could consume from time to time on the way so that it would take our fatigues," said Debika.

Pakul nodded his head with consent and signed his younger brother Jojam. Jojam immediately rushed to their hut and within 5 minutes he was returned with a small earthen pot. All three left the village and headed for the bungalow.

It was 3.00 P.M. Arnab was sitting on a rattan chair under the porch area when he saw Bhashkar coming out from the main entrance of the bungalow and proceeding towards the main gate to exist. Arnab waved his hand to his friend as Bhashkar exited through the main gate to proceed towards the village. After passing through some way, he reached the place from where he would go down to reach the valley, and then from the valley he would head towards the route to the village. Bhashkar started walking down the dirt path surrounded by green lush shrubs and small trees. The downward path was dirt and grassy surrounded by small trees and shrubs which you may call small jungles on both sides. The fields of this small jungle were glade-green. The sound of chirping birds filled the air. For now, however, the fields were still Elysium-green. Bees were still murmuring in that strange cult hum exclusive to them. They flitted from flower to flower, surfing the short spaces as they moved.

Bilberries and chanterelles adorned the forest floor, questing for sunlight. looking around, Bhashkar observed the path sides were covered with tiny little bright pink, yellow, and darkest blue tiniest flowers you could imagine, the ground was of the darkest, thickest, greenest grass, so soft he took his shoes off and felt the cool refreshing grass under his feet and between his toes, so relaxing as he continued walking towards the sun rays he could see down ahead...lol his feet were green from the softness and greenness of the grass. The fields were laden with goldenrod-yellow flowers and silver-washed fritillaries carry their bushels of pollen carefully. A goulash of scents twirled above the satin-soft petals and the pear sweet taste of the air was a blessed joy.

Bhashkar became romantic when the thought came to his mind about fucking Sumini, the tribal teen tonight. He got a hard one immediately when he memorized how he took the virginity of this teen inside the bachelor's hut on the bank of the river whereas her mother Deoli was guarding outside. But on that day also he got a chance to fuck Ashmita, the daughter-in-law of his best friend Arnab. Then Bhashkar looked above and he was greeted by, a brilliant sky of orange, purple, and clouds of the deepest greyish red, a sun that was setting in the distance..he stood for a while and took in the beauty of the sky, a feeling of serenity passed through him...Walking further ahead he come across the same thick carpet of lush cool green grass, feeling serene and grounded he continue until he came down to the valley. There was a path leading to the village surrounded by small jungle and cornfields on both sides. Bhashkar started proceeding towards the path.

The serrated mountains loomed in the distance. The mountains in the distance had peaks that looked like crowns of kings. All three of them made their way ahead. Pakul and Jojam carrying the pots of wine going ahead and Debika was following them. Debika looked up and the trees were skyscraper tall. Debika was in awe of the size and majesty of the trees. Their knotted arms rose ever upwards, as far as her head could lift. They were hoary fortresses and stood proudly. Hares were scampering away from them up ahead. There were small forests and cornfields on both sides of their way. The forest on the sides of the path was nut-brown. The twigs were crunching under her feet. She heard a wildcat slinking away. Nuts were scattered on the floor of the forest by the sides of their path. The beauty of the forest comforted her heart.

The smell of the forest was pulpy. They crossed a grassy path where the grass was Eden-green and thigh-high to a thrush. The grass was lush and springy. Some part of the grass was crispy under her feet. The grasses they stepped on were crackly beneath their feet because of the recent dry spell. The orchestra of birdsong they could hear from them suddenly stopped. A pair of jays were screeching high up in the canopy of the trees. Jays were the scavengers of the bird world. Their cruel, curved eyes were always on the lookout for a feathered meal. They would raid squirrel stores for their nuts, often damning them to starvation. They drifted across their vision in a flash of flesh-pink and warlock-black.

Then from distance, three of them could see a person coming from the opposite direction. They stopped for a while. When the person came near to them Debika cried with joy, "Papa, papa!"

Bhaskar had already watched them from the distance and when he came nearer he could easily recognize them they were his daughter Debika along with her two Assistants Pakul and Jojam. He embraced his daughter and kissed her on her cheeks.

"Papa, all must be eager to see me after a long time," said Debika, her face brightened.

"Yes, dear. But unfortunately, today few hours before all of them except your uncle Arnab have left for town to attend a conference," said Bhashkar and explained to her all the details.

"Ohh, so sad! I feel pity for uncle Arnab to be left alone in the bungalow," sighed Debika.

"No, he will not be alone as you are joining him. Further, once I reach the village, I will send Deboshree who could reach the bungalow by evening. And above all, this earthen pot will get rid of the loneliness of your uncle Arnab," he indicated the earthen pot of wine and smiled.

Then Bhashkar proceeded towards the village and three of them went ahead to reach the valley. It was the only part of the meadow that looked off in some way. It wasn't just the sights that pleased the senses. The sky above the meadow was a feast for the eyes. It stretched as far as the eye could see in a dome of cocktail-blue, punched with fluffy clouds. Squeaking swallows chased whirring dragonflies in a dance of life and death. The music of the meadow came to her ears, the dawn chorus, buzzing midges, and the whispering of the wind. Debika could smell the sweetness of cherry blossoms and the caramel soft scent of flowers in the air.

It was so soothing that Debika stopped and said, "Pakul, let us stop for a while and take a rest for a few moments. I feel tired by continuous walking."

"The atmosphere here is very enchanting, lonely, and without intervening of anybody. Madam, would you let us fuck you for a few moments?" smiled Pakul.

Debika was not in a mood to be fucked now, she said, "Last night, you two brothers have fucked me for hours and still you are thirsty. I am not in a mood to be fucked now rather I would prefer to take some wine."

Debika went near mossy rock under a tree and she lay her head against that mossy rock. Jojam picked some berries and they tasted orchard sweet. Jojam also purchased some soft leaves and stitched them and made three leafy bowels. Pakul poured in the wine from the small earthen pot. Debika consumed three bowls of wine. Debika's eyes lids were so heavy, they wanted to close, slowly they closed, as they did a gentle breeze blew, and she could hear the tranquil sounds of wind chimes in the background so peaceful so gentle the sound, the sounds fading deeper and deeper into the background, her body, her mind was relaxed beyond belief as she slowly drifted off into a peaceful, tranquil, deep sleep.

Debika must have slept for half an hour then she heard the voice of Pakul, "Madam, wake up, we are getting late."

They proceeded and reached the valley, now from the valley they would go up in a path which would reach near the bungalow. They climbed up in that dirt road upward. By this time, it was twilight and the evening was approaching fast. They had reached the end of the path and stopped near a big banyan tree surrounded by dense shrubs by the side of the end of the road. From there they could see the bungalow from a distance.

"Madam, we have reached almost the destination. Let us sit and take rest sometimes under the tree," said Pakul.

Debika was feeling slight intoxication but she wanted more. She said, "Pakul, why don't we have a last round of wine? After some time, you both will return to the village."

"You are right Madam," said Pakul and instructed his younger brother to serve wine. They made a circle and started drinking.

After leaving Bhashkar, Arnab felt alone so he went to his room and had an afternoon nap. When Arnab woke up, he found it was still day but he could guess evening was approaching fast. He was feeling energetic due to his deep sleep. He wanted to have a walk outside the bungalow. Once he was out of the bungalow, he just walked towards the road leading towards the valley downwards.

By this time, Debika was fully drunk and had lost her balance. Both the brothers were discussing how to take a drunken Debika inside the bungalow.

"Don't worry brother, we will flank her two arms from each side and take her," suggested Jojam.

Debika asked for more wine but Pakul refused and said, "No, Madam, you have had enough. Do you have an idea, your uncle Arnab would be there! What would be his impression on you?" warned Pakul.

"Don't worry! Uncle Arnab knows well that I am staying with tribes in the village and drinking is the daily routine of their lives. Please Pakul, last round because I will be missing you both for a few days," requested Debika in her drunken voice.

"OK, Madam, but this is the last round," he passed her the wine bowl, "By the way Madam, how many days do you intend to spend with your family?"

"Few days," Debika smiled as she had already planned to be fucked by Debasish Bhaiya (son of Uncle Arnab). Her fucking with Debasish in her hut that night during the marriage ceremony of the tribe was not enough. She wanted another fucking from Debasish during her stay in the bungalow.

"We will miss you, madam, said Pakul, "Would you please suck our cocks at least before leaving?"

From the distance, Arnab could see three persons were sitting under the big banyan tree. He wondered who could be they? Being curious, Arnab headed towards them.

Then he could see Debika sitting along with two tribal boys under the tree. He guessed some suspicious activities going on there so he preferred to be hidden in nearby shrubs and found that all of them were taking wine. Now, he could understand that Debika, his niece while doing research work on tribes had already adopted the lifestyle of the tribe and he was not surprised, well, she was a mature young woman of 34 years and she knew what was better for her. But he was waiting to see their next course of action. Pakul came forward and unbuttoned her blouse from the front, then he lifted the cups of her bra, and two big mountainous breasts with puffy erected nipples popped out. Without further delay, Pakul started to cup one of her breasts and put his mouth in another one.

Pakul felt her reaching for his cock. She found it and wrapped her fingers around it which was already hard. A few little strokes by her and the cock became rock hard. Debika lightly gripped the base of his cock, just enough to guide it into her mouth. She opened her mouth to allow his cock to slide between her lips. Debika traced the circles around the head of his cock with her tongue. The drop of pre-cum waiting there tasted salty. She began by sucking the head, feeling every contour with her mouth, and worked her way down until she had taken Pakul's whole cock down her throat. Debika could hear Pakul moan and feel him pump his hips slightly, fucking her mouth. Debika felt his leg muscles start to tense as he stood there moaning, he was about to cum.

Debika tried to pull her head back so that she could finish him off with her hand but he wouldn't let her. He held on to her head and forced it down further as he began to cum down her throat. Ohh...my God! Arnab was in a moral dilemma, he lowered his eyes. He went back to the past and the flashback of his memory came to his mind of 3 years little innocent girl Debika, the only daughter of his best friend Bhashkar whom he nourished from her childhood, whom he would cradle in his shoulder. But that kid is not here, he again looked at her; here was a mature sexy young woman of 34 years with big breasts, sucking the cock of a tribal boy.

Pakul brought his arms around her to make her lie down on the ground and lifted her saree to her waist.

"I want to eat your pussy, Madam. Your cock sucking was amazing so now I want your pink pussy in my mouth," he said.

He pulled down her panties up to her knees. Debika was speechless and let him take her. Pakul spread her legs as wide as he could. Arnab could not see her pussy clearly from distance but he could only see the triangle of a patch of black hair between her two white legs. Pakul went to his knee and he buried his face in her pussy. His nose made contact first but he soon adjusted so his tongue could start to stroke her cunt lips that were already swollen. Her pussy juice dripped into his mouth. Debika put both hands on his head and pulled him into her, opening her legs more Pakul just sucked and licked on her red-hot pussy. In the meantime, Jojam was standing near them with his hard erected cock waiting for them to finish. Jojam was leaning and letting his cock twitch about 3 inches above her. Debika stretched her neck to look above at his cock. Debika opened her mouth and signed Jojam to kneel on the sides of her face. Jojam knelt before her and thrust his cock inside her mouth. Then Jojam started pushing his cock in and out of her mouth while his brother Pakul was sucking her cunt still.

After fucking her mouth sometimes, Jojam's cum spurted out not only inside her mouth but shot all over her face and her breasts. A drunken Debika stared in silence and smiled as his cock twitched its remaining drops. Debika lowered her mouth onto Jojam's cock and sucked off all that was left of his cum. In the meantime, she had reached her orgasm and she shrieked with ecstasy as her cum sprinkled inside the mouth of Pakul. The blowjob was finished and before that Arnab slipped away from his hiding place in shrubs and made a fast pace towards the bungalow without being noticed by them. Debika was still drunk and she sat up and checked out Jojam's cum all over her. She rubbed it into her lovely pair of breasts, pulled up the cups of her bra, and could only able to button the lower portion of her blouse. Her face was bathed in the afterglow of her orgasm. Again three of them had drinks.

When Bhashkar reached near the community hall, he found Okato, Madgu, and others around 30 nos of villagers gathered waiting for him. Soon they all entered the community hall and the meeting started presided by Okato, the village chief. All types of problems faced by the tribes were discussed in the meeting.

Then Bhashkar stood up and said, "There is an important announcement for you all. Whatever wells you have dug up are not worthy of drinking water because the water is muddy and the water is not being preserved for the long run. Arnab and I discussed this matter with Govt. officials and the Govt. is pleased to approve nos of concrete well rings for your two villages for wells."

"What're these concrete rings?" asked one of the tribes gathered there.

Bhashkar went on to explain how after digging up a well concrete well rings are placed one after another as per the required heights. Then he further explained how due to this the water will be clear, cool, and will be preserved throughout the year.

Then Okato said, "This is a good idea but how to bring those rings here? We would not allow any outsiders to enter our villages."

"Don't worry, Okato. The Govt. people would unload those rings near the path coming down to the valley, just a few distances from the bungalow. From there your people can bring those to your villages. You people will fix those rings while digging the well and we two will be there to guide you how to fix those," said Bhashkar.

The evening was approaching. Okato said, "We all have to now leave immediately as our families have already departed to various places in nearby jungle and bank of rives as we are celebrating bonfire night tonight."

Then Okato turned his face toward Bhashkar and said, "You are not going to return to bungalow tonight as you are going to celebrate bonfire night with us. I have arranged your bed here in case you want to sleep."

Arnab was sitting in front of the entrance and was glancing towards his right side, the small portion of the garden where a lot of yellow flowers had bloomed. He had just watered there a few moments before. But the beautiful yellow flowers were not pleasing him rather his face was flushed with anger and anguish. He was thinking about Debika. How could Debika dare to fuck with these two tribal boys! The consequences could be very bad if they would be caught by Okato and his team. He decided to warn Debika. Then he heard the footsteps coming towards him. He could clearly see Debika was unable to walk, her steps were staggering and the two boys held her two hands tightly on both sides. She was too drunk. All of them came nearer to him. He could see the earthen pot of wine carried by Pakul and he thanked Okato for sending the same.

"Sir, our village chief Okato has sent this pot for you. He has also sent a message that you should light the bonfire tonight at the bungalow as tonight is the bonfire night. Another thing, Madam is too drunk, please take care of her," said Pakul, and the two brothers left from there immediately.

Debika, who was silent the whole time, bowed her head down avoiding his eyes as she was standing beside him unsteadily on her feet. Arnab put his right arm around her shoulders in a supportive gesture and they were about to enter inside the hall, then all of a sudden Debika stumbled upon on ground with her unsteady feet with a jerk, and Arnab's hand slipped off from her shoulder. Debika fell flat on her back in the middle of shrubs of yellow flowers, crushing the entire blooming flowers where Arnab had watered a few moments before.

Arnab rushed towards her and found her sprawled across in the middle of the shrubs of flowers, luckily there was no injury to her because of the thick shrubs of flowers that had defended her as a mattress. But her entire body including her face and her white saree and blouse were full of dirt and mud. The stain of wet mud was everywhere starting from her face to feet and her white clothes were looking dirty due to mud stains everywhere. She looked in great disarray and helpless; like a ragged doll. Arnab lifted her with his two hands, supported her and virtually dragged her inside the hall, and made her sit on a chair. He was disgusted with the behavior of Debika but he consoled himself. After all, she was not only the daughter of his best friend but moreover, she was like a daughter to him, his niece and now he was like a guardian to her!

Debika was too drunk to realize what happened to her, she could only remember falling into shrubs of flowers and now she was sitting before uncle Arnab. In a stammering voice, with her half-opened eyes, she said, "Uncle, I am sorry!"

Although Debika was drunk and under semi-consciousness all those consumed wines were making her want to pee. She thought to go to the bathroom, but when she tried to get up from the chair, she realized she was far too drunk to walk straight. She waited for some more time until she couldn't bear it anymore as her bladder was getting pain and pressure.

Finally, she requested uncle in a soft voice, "Uncle Arnab, I need to go pee."

"Then go," Arnab said.

Debika said, "I am too drunk, please take me to the bathroom."

Arnab hesitated for a moment then thought if he would not take her to the bathroom then this young woman would pee herself here in the hall. He looked at her, she was looking so innocent and her whole body and clothes were full of dirt and mud. Like a caring father he thought after she finishes her pee, he would wipe out all the specks of dirt and clean her with a wet towel. Debika stood up but she realized she had no strength to walk straight and felt she might be falling down unless she hold on to something. By that time, she had already grabbed uncle's shoulder. Being helpless she grabbed his arm and shoulder tightly with her hand so she would not fall. Arnab put an arm around her waist and pulled her to him so that her body was touching his body. For safety, she had to cling to him. As he was dragging her towards the bathroom she felt his hand grabbing her butt for balance and she felt a sensation despite her drunken state.

Debika was having trouble just standing straight. Now, the strong Mahua wine consumed by her was showing its effect, she was now fully intoxicated and under the influence of wine, her body was unable to move, her head was reeling and she was unable to even open her eyes. The next thing she remembered was that her head was buried in her uncle's chest and her eyes were closed. He hugged and held her tight, with every inch of her body touching his body. He was massaging her back and occasionally her butt. Debika could feel his erect cock touching her stomach through her saree. Her bladder was getting fuller and she started to worry about her peeing.

Debika wrapped her hands around his waist for support and her boobs were pressed up against him. She was very much in a drunken haze, so she was not sure how she was walking along with him up to the bathroom because her head was buried in his chest and he was holding and massaging her buttocks. On the way, she tripped on her saree and she almost fell, but uncle grabbed her tightly by his hands and brought her back up. In her drunken state, her saree's folds were getting undone and she was in no position to put them back on. Arnab made her stand up by the side of the wall so that his hands were free. Then he wrapped her body properly with her untied saree.

When they reached near the bathroom, Debika wanted to rash inside the bathroom because she wanted to pee so badly. Arnab was still holding her tightly and stopped her, "Not so fast, Debika. First, lift your saree and petticoat and take off your panties. I don't want you to ruin your entire clothes."

Although she was drunk but Debika hesitated for a moment.

"Oh come on, you are a big girl, don't be shy in front of your uncle, while you were a little girl you have peed several times on my dress while sitting on my lap. Give me your panties," he almost ordered.

Debika's head was still reeling and she felt she had no choice but to obey him, which she did. Debika bent over, lifted her saree along with petticoat simultaneously up to her waist, and pulled her panties down, In the process, she almost fell but thanks to her uncle who held her tightly and she was able to take off her panties without collapsing. She then handed him her panties reluctantly.​