Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

From there, he shouted, "Holllaaa! Who are there?"

After a great fucking, three of them were relaxing before the bonfire then all of a sudden they heard the loud voice of somebody below. All of them startled, the two brothers put on their loin clothes quickly and made Deboshree put on her dresses.

After some time, Bhashkar reached near them. Two tribal boys greeted him and he could see Deboshree lying near the bonfire with her closed eyes.

Looking towards her, Bhashkar asked, "What happened to her?"

"Sahib, on the occasion of bonfire night, we had a small drinking party but Madam was passed out soon," explained Gelango.

"OK," said Bhashkar in a grave voice, "Could you bring some water from the river?"

Gelango signaled his brother and Samungo rushed towards the river with an empty earthen pot and after a few moments he brought a full pot of water. Bhashkar instructed Gelango to sprinkle water in her face so that she could come to her senses.

Deboshree opened her eyes but still, she was pretty drunk and getting unsteady on her feet.. She was staggering and the two brothers helped her to get on her feet, took her near the rock, and made her sit there so that her backside could be supported by the rock.

"Now, you two can leave as your family is waiting for you near the bonfire. I will look after her as well as the bonfire," Bhashkar ordered them.

"Yes Sahib," both the boys obliged and within minutes both of them vanished in the darkness.

Debika was in fact not feeling sleepy, she just wanted to avoid her uncle, she switched off the lights and got into the bed. She felt slightly light-headed and tried to wipe out the thoughts from her mind what the impression uncle was carrying about her of her sexual activities. She loved uncle Arnab for his caring about her and keeping the secrets within himself. She felt special and protected in his company. Her thoughts went to the hug they had a little while ago. She tried her best to recall every minute detail of that hug and her pulse quickened. She remembered his arms around her felt strong and excited her. When his lips brushed her forehead, she felt a strange urge to get kissed; kissed by him on her lips.

She was aghast at her own thoughts and the direction they were taking. She recalled that for a second her breasts came into contact with his chest. She knew that uncle Arnab had a broad chest and his chest had lots of grey hairs. She imagined her young breasts squashed against his hairy chest and her hard nipples getting rubbed by those hairs. She visualized his thighs which she had seen a couple of times which were strong and muscular and hairy. Wouldn't it be heavenly if her creamy smooth thighs came into intimate contact with those manly thighs? Her breathing quickened now and her hands got into the act. Her right hand found and cupped her big left breast and squeezed it gently. Her fingers found and started tweaking her hardening pink nipple. Her left hand went down her belly to the upper folds of her pussy, sought and found her small clit shrouded there. As she started massaging it, she shut her eyes and let her imagination run truly wild. Wild pictures of uncle making violent love to her made her send her own fingers quickly into her hot and wet cunt and simulate the strokes of uncle's cock. It took but a few seconds for Debika to have an orgasm and she soon drifted into a very sound sleep, her hand still on her young pussy.

Arnab was sitting before the bonfire and sipping the hard mahua tribal wine in the cup. He thought of the evening and was satisfied that he handled everything right. He had managed to put Debika at ease and wean her away from her harrowing experience a few hours before. Now, he felt that there was no thrill, no excitement by kissing, touching, and fucking an unconscious Debika, which was like fucking a dead body. The real charm and thrill were to touch a spirited and conscious Debika which happened a few moments before. His thoughts returned to that hug. He swore that he hugged her loosely. Yet, her body touched his briefly. Oh, he liked the feel of those wonderfully erotic big boobs against his chest and her warm smooth thighs against his. Was that a deliberate move on her part! Maybe she just got carried away a little!

But he loved it, oh, he loved it a lot! He had a strong urge to peep into the room and look at her. Yes, he would just look at her and nothing more, he promised himself. He got up and noiselessly tiptoed to his room. He stood listening for a few seconds outside the door. Silence greeted him. He turned the door handle slowly and just pushed the door in a fraction noiseless. The room was dimly lighted by the night lamp and he could see Debika lay on the bed, sound asleep. After a few seconds, he opened the door more and walked in slowly to her bedside. Debika lay on her back and sound asleep. Her robe was rolled up high on her thighs and her right hand was resting on her mound. His breath quickened at the sight. He wanted to get a better view of that. Holding the edges of her robe he pushed it ever so slowly, a little further up, barring her mound completely.

He saw that her right hand was resting on her young, flower-like pussy and her two fingers were at the pink entrance, partly inside her pink flower. It was so erotic to see her thus that his cock hardened instantly in his shorts. He started stroking himself, his eyes glued on her sexy cunt. He had this strong urge to ejaculate on her young pussy but controlled himself. He then moved quickly near to bonfire again.

After a deep sleep of one hour, Debika opened her eyes and for a moment she couldn't feel where she was. Then a flash of memory of every event came to her mind chronologically and she found herself in the room of uncle. She watched the wall clock, it was only9.00 P.M. There was a long night ahead. Then she craved for her uncle as her animal instincts came up to the surface. Tonight, she needed a cock inside her pussy. She knew pretty well that uncle Arnab was starved for sex for so many years as he revealed the fact before her. Little did she know that Arnab was a regular fucker!

Debika decided to seduce him and make tonight a memorable fucking night with him irrespective of the fact that he was her uncle, her father's best friend, and belonged to the family. She planned something, she picked out her small tape recorder from her backpack and put a Cassette inside. Then she picked out her shorts and a T-shirt from the backpack. She changed herself from gown to shorts and T-shirts. She was feeling fresh and very much energetic, she came out of the room with her tape recorder.

Arab had already finished two cups of wine and was thinking about Debika. He thought tonight was a different night when nobody was there at the bungalow except him and Debika. He visualized how it would have been wonderful and magnificent at this moment, just near the bonfire, if he would have fucked Debika completely naked under the moonlit starred sky feeling the warmth of the bonfire and he would have fucked here whole night till early morning, till extinguishing of the fire. At that moment, he heard the footsteps and he saw Debika was coming towards him. He couldn't believe his eyes, he was surprised, was it a reality or a dream!

"What's a surprise, my dear child? What made you come back here? You were supposed to be in bed!" he asked.

"No, I was just thinking about you, uncle," she said, truthfully.

"What about me? That I am good or bad?" he smiled.

"You are very good, uncle and I missed you," she said as her voice trembled.

"Oh, Debika, You are a baby and I missed you too, dear when you left me alone near this bonfire," he said tenderly.

"I had a sound sleep for an hour and then suddenly woke up and couldn't sleep thinking about you. I cursed myself to leave you alone near the bonfire. When all the tribes are celebrating bonfire night with drinks, songs, and dances, my poor uncle is alone near the bonfire without celebration. So I thought to celebrate with you by some means. Uncle, look this," she said and showed him the tape recorder, "I have put a Cassette of fast pop songs of Michael Jackson so that we both could dance together in its tune."

Arnab laughed and said, "Are you gone crazy my little girl? How could I dance at this old age?"

Debika expressed a mock angry on her face, "Who said you are old? Physically, you are much younger than a college boy. Don't worry; I will guide you on how to dance?"

"Are you serious to dance with me, Debika?" he asked.

"I would love to, Uncle," she replied.

"I am just a novice, let me caution you," he said.

"I will manage," she smiled.

Debika looked up sharply. For the first time, she really looked at the big man beside her. Tall, broad-shouldered, and lean-hipped.

Debika played on the tape recorder. Moments later as a fast tune filled the porch, the sound of the fast song spilled from the speakers and she loved the tune instantly. It had a real beat where she could throw her head around and dance to her heart's content. In no time, her arms swung up in the air and her hips swayed from side to side.

"This isn't music. It's an awful noise," he replied and covered his ears.

Debika burst out laughing. "It can't be that awful. It's from Michael Jackson and you once told me that you like him."

She moved over to the Tape player and turned the volume up, she said, "Come and dance with me."

Debika grabbed him before he could move further and tugged him into the vacant place near the bonfire. "Come on. Let go," she said, the old man held out his arms and she came into them as though she'd been waiting for hours and holding his hands, began moving to the beat. His hands were lax in her grip and she refused to let him go. Arnab needed to have fun. The big old man pulled her close against him and started off slowly. Arnab gripped her hands and together they danced. The music was loud enough to cut off all thought and they simply immersed themselves in the fun of the moment. As they danced, Arnab had one hand on her shoulder and the other around her slim waist. As she moved closer, his palm traveled down a little and came to rest on the small of her back. Her jet black and silken hair smelt of shampoo and was soft against his cheeks. As they moved in harmony her soft cheek brushed against his, time and again. They didn't speak, just swayed and glided to the music. Arnab was caught up in the spell of the moment, and he let the music fill his body as he concentrated on the feel of the young girl in his arms. Yes, so far he'd handled it right. Now if he could just keep it up.

Arnab was a wonderful dancer.

"I've not danced like that in years," he told her on a chuckle.

"You're a good dancer, uncle," she murmured.

"No... in my youth I was a good dancer now you follow so good you just make me look that way," he said.

Debika felt her body mellowing against his strong male body and its proximity. His strong hands were sending small electric charges from where they touched her. She felt dizzy when the slight stubble of his cheek abraded on her soft, rosy cheek. It felt delicious and her breasts were responding to the continual brushing against his chest. She felt her nipples harden and wondered if they showed through her bra and T-shirt. Almost immediately Arnab felt his groin tighten and draw in. God! Arnab could feel the softly rounded breasts mashing into his chest and the tips of his fingers on the small of her back could feel the outlines of her panties she wore beneath the shorts. He pulled her even closer until she fitted every curve up to him, and his jaw was pressing against her temple. The smell of her perfume floated in his nostrils and somehow it was part of the fast music. Goddamn, this might be easier than he thought.

After a while, the pace slightly quickened and the couples moved much closer and faster. Debika being a youngster was more comfortable at the increased pace and responded by thrusting out her pelvis a little forward and making the all-important contact with his crotch.

He turned and dipped with her deliberately, pushing his thigh between her legs and feeling her cunt through the crotch area of the thin fabric of her shorts. Her breath quickened as she realized that her mound was now rubbing against his bulge. When she thought of what caused that bulge, she felt weak in her knees and wet in her pussy. Arnab became aware of the reactions they were having on each other's bodies and liked it immensely.

Arnab whispered against her cheek, "Debika, you're driving me crazy as I have never danced with any young girl and I am feeling a strange sensation. I've always loved you more than my daughter Deboshree since you were a kid and I was crazy about you in your teen when you grew up into a big girl and now, you are a blooming young woman, Debika,"

"But that's silly, uncle Arnab I don't think you ever paid any attention to me before," she smiled.

"Wrong. It was you didn't pay any attention to me. I watched every move you made since you were a kid," said Arnab.

Debika was quiet in his arms as he whirled her around. It was true. He had been with her since her infancy stage but she hadn't paid any attention to him... but why should she... he was only her uncle. Arnab's mouth slid down her face and he caught her mouth with his. She stiffened in his arms and tried to pull away but he held her closer and finished the kiss to his satisfaction before he let her go.

"What do you think you're doing uncle?" she smiled.

"Kissing You. You were very cute in your childhood and I used to kiss you every day till you attained sixteen years but then I stopped as you had become a big girl and people would see it in another way but I've always wanted to kiss you ever since you were sixteen. Took me a long time, but I made it," he said softly, pulling her back in his arms and whirling her around and around.

Debika, the young woman pushed against him with her fist but he caught the slender hand and kissed each of the fingers separately. He could feel her lusciously ripe breasts rising against him with every breath. After grinding his bulge against her pelvis a little longer, he broke off because he feared his ejaculation and Debika could feel the wetness in her crotch area.

As they sat on the plastic mat he saw that her face was flushed and she had that slightly glazed look in her eyes. As he looked at her, she actually blushed a little and excused herself.

"Dear, let us put some logs and dry twigs into the bonfire," he said.

. The flame grew as it consumed the dry twigs, The flames were captivating. When she calmed down she began to stare and stare, seeing the world change in the flames. Soon, more dry sticks and twigs were added and more small wood logs were lit. The flame grew and grew and turned red. The fire surpassed the size of the campfire and her excitement continued to buzz.

"Dear, shouldn't we have a little drink? You should take the cognac and my preference is mahua, the tribal wine because I need a hard kick while being in company with a young girl," he said.

"That would be ok with me," Debika smiled.

Arnab poured in the drinks. Soon they were eating the delicious dinner of chicken tandoori and enjoying the wine, avoiding any talk or reference to their dancing and kissing. When they finished eating, it had been already three rounds of their drinks. Both their eyes had reddened and they both were feeling slightly intoxicated. The flame of the bonfire was reflecting in their face and both could feel the heat and warmth of the bonfire. They stared at each other's faces constantly for some moments then both of them laughed.

The night brought such a silence that the crackle of the bonfire was all that could be heard, a natural music in the black-duvet night. Flames sent red sparks dancing into the breeze. Debika sat close on a mossy log, her face toasted warm, mesmerized, relaxed. The smoke twirled heavenward charming her worries away. Bonfire heat warmed the surrounding air. Arnab sat close to her, feeling the radiating warmth, holding his hands toward it and watching them glow golden. There was the bonfire that night, and for a while, they sat and watched with wide eyes as the flames seemed to swallow the surrounding darkness and the intoxication of wine was slowly influencing their mind.

"The atmosphere of tonight is very romantic. It is a moonlit night. Debika, see above," said Arnab.

Debika turned her face above, the moon was like a big jade plate, and the moonlight was scattered on everything, in the whole area of the bungalow, even it was falling on her face. It felt so comfortable and soft on the face!

"The moonlight is thin, bright, soft, so close and so warm, Isn't it Debika," his voice was romantic.

"Yes, uncle," Debika said and spontaneously her hand gripped his hand tightly and Arnab massaged her palm softly.

"Let's take a walk along that side of the garden, it is very pleasant," he said pointing out to the wooden bench lying some way in that part of the garden from the bonfire.

They walked hand in hand in the moonlight on the pathway alongside the garden. After a few minutes, they were away from the blazing bonfire and reached near the bench and settled down on the bench. The plants along with their flowers were sparkling reflections of the moonlight and the greenery, the bushes, the cool breeze...all added up to a very comfortable and romantic ambiance. The air of the entire atmosphere around them was carrying the fragrance of flowers.

Debika was seated to his right and Arnab put his right hand over her slender right shoulder and let it rest there. The wind whispered softly, and the soft moonlight reappeared which was passing through the shade of the trees, leaking a shimmering jade. Moonlight was so wonderful in their heart. Both of them thought was the silver moonlight enlightening them to be open-minded? After a few seconds, she moved just a little closer to him, and as his palm shifted slightly his fingers just touched the top of her right breast, through the soft cotton of her shirt. It was accidental and not planned. But the effect was still the same.

Debika felt the touch electric and shut her eyes. She feigned ignorance and just waited. Arnab felt the tip of his finger heat up at the point of contact and his pulse quickened. He let his palm cup her right breast completely and squeezed lightly. He heard a very light gasp from her and felt her shiver a little. The tip of his forefinger felt her hardening nipple through her T-shirt.

Pulling his hand away, he gently cupped her face in both his hands and turned it slowly towards him. Bringing his own face close to her, his lips found her rosy lips and kissed her lightly. Debika felt his kiss tentative and sweet. His breath was hot and his aroma was overpowering. The second kiss was wet as he nibbled at her lower lip and sucked, ever so lightly.

Without any preamble, Arnab started talking to her, "Debika, I shall not apologize or say that I am sorry for my kiss because, honestly, I am not. I am strongly attracted to you for some time now. Maybe it is wrong, socially, for a man of my age to have sex with a girl of your age, more so when you are my niece too and I am expected to protect you and be your guardian. But, I am helpless and I desire you strongly. If this shocks you and hurts you then please forgive me and we will never again refer to it. We will forget the whole thing as a bad dream, in that case."

Having said his bit, he felt greatly relieved and looked at her. Debika was silent for a minute or two and bowed her head down looking at her hands. When she started speaking, her voice was a low whisper, "Uncle, I am not shocked or hurt. I understand your feelings for me because I have similar thoughts about you. I have been strongly attracted by you for a long time and loved it when we started feeling each other's needs and passion tonight. At thirty-four I am not a teen nor a virgin as my virginity has been taken away by those two tribal boys. I do not have strong moral views against premarital sex. As far as age is concerned, I feel that mutual attraction and chemistry is far more important and it is a personal choice."

"Now, I love and admire you more than before because of your true and open confession before me without hesitation which I liked the most in you and that revealed that you are a man of honest character and truly love me," she whispered again, pulling his head down so she could kiss him once, sweetly, "Why do I being alone with you here! Because I like you. I want to be close to you, whatever that means right now."

The words liberated him, and he leaned into her touch, relishing the feel of her hands sliding up his neck and into her hair. He loved the tugging, the nails scratching. He loved the signs of passion that had always been absent from his romantic life. Debika's lips were full, and warm, tasting Sprite and the little chocolate mint that had been taken by her after dinner. Her mouth opened, tongue sliding out across her lips to his, dipping into his mouth and letting him feel the small, sweet vibrations of her moan.

Then she withdrew herself from him and said, "Uncle, shouldn't we have another round of wine near the bonfire?"

He got up and pulled her up, simply saying, "Let's go then."

Again they walked hand in hand returning to the fireplace. Each lost in their own thoughts. Arnab was debating whether he could satisfy her more than the tribal boys?

Debika was on cloud nine. Being at that age, she had a lot of latent passion and unfulfilled desires, she would get a mature fuck from an elderly man who was like her father other than the young cocks of pakul and jojam. Debika knew she felt strangely attracted and safe with uncle Arnab. She felt that he would take very good care of her, her needs, and interests and would never hurt her. It was precisely this feeling that had enhanced her desire in the last few hours to have sex with him. She wanted it and wanted it badly. If required, she would take the lead, she decided.

After reaching there, Arnab prepared drinks for them while both were sitting on the plastic mat. Debika sat next to him on the mat and accepted the wine he offered. Sitting so close to her he could almost smell the excited female heat of her eager young pussy. Still, though, he hesitated. The heat and warmth of the bonfire were hitting their bodies as they were so close to it.

Bhashkar looked around and found that her panties were lying near the tree and he could know that this girl was naked beneath her skirt. Then he found she was staring at him and when their eyes met with each other, Deboshree smiled, a drunken girl's smile as she had no idea of the sudden emergence of her uncle there.

"Sorry Uncle! I am a little drunk. Don't mind," she said in a stammering voice.

Bhashkar didn't react to anything and said in a normal voice, "It's OK."

"Uncle, where are the boys?" she asked.

"They have left," replied Bhashkar.

"Waaaooo! Then we both are alone here. Uncle Bhashkar, tonight we will celebrate the bonfire night," said Deboshree in a drunken voice.

Bhashkar didn't say anything, he went near to her and pulled her, raised her off the ground, and made her sit on the rock. and sat on the ground in front of her.

Deboshree 's eyes were a little glazed and she was giggling and said, " Uncle, you are a naughty, naughty man.".

Bhashkar realized she had no sense and she had no knowledge of what she was saying and to whom. She was hardly aware of the fact that it was her Bhashkar uncle with whom she should talk respectively.

She was sitting on the rock. Her skirt was riding up her plump thighs too far and from some angles, he could see her triangle patch between her two white legs which were clearly visible through the flame of fire. Her top shirt was a little opened and her bra could be visible. He could see the outline through the shirt and the line where her big breasts bulged over the top of the cups. That long straight black hair hung over one shoulder and she looked at him in surprise as he stared at the breasts. As she flopped down her legs spread and the almost non-existent of her panties between her legs and when Bhashkar stared between her legs, Deboshree caught him.

"Uncle Bhashkar!" she squealed, "What are you looking at?"

Although she was drunk, she knew what he was looking at, but wanted to give him a hard time.

"A little piece of dreamland, dear. A little piece of dreamland," he laughed.

"You're just a dirty old man," she grinned.

Bhashkar didn't mind her words as he knew she was drunk.

"I'm not that old," he complained, "And besides, what was I supposed to do when you flashed your pussy at me?"

He stopped cold. Had he actually used the word "pussy" in front of his niece? He looked at her, shocked that he'd lost control of his mouth, and saw that she was astounded too.

"Oh shit, Deboshree, I'm sorry," he groaned, "My mouth ran away with my tongue. I shouldn't have said that. I'm so sorry."

He was glowing red now as he blushed to his neck. Deboshree was not that much drunk now as she was a little conscious now and she couldn't believe her Uncle had used that word. That was a word the boys at her college in past used and sometimes the two tribal boys would say while fucking her but it was a word she'd never heard any adult using, particularly her respective uncle Bhashkar. He thought of her as having a... pussy.

"You don't have anything to be sorry for. I shouldn't be flashing my... my pussy at you. I don't want to give you a heart attack," she replied.

Bhashkar didn't react to her words and got up. He went near to the wine pot and poured in a full leafy bowel of mahua wine and gulped it.

Then he heard her voice, "Uncle, please, could you pass me one bowl?"

"No, you are already drunk," he said sternly.

Bhashkar was feeling frustrated by seeing two boys fucking her niece. He had planned to fuck the tribal teen tonight but it became a fiasco. He was feeling too horny tonight to fuck a girl then he thought could Deboshree be an alternative? No, his inner conscience refused, how could she be? She was her niece, daughter of his best friend Arnab! But just she was fucked by two tribal boys, she was a horny bitch, made herself a fucking whore by the tribes then what's the harm of fucking such a bitch. He decided he would fuck her like those two tribal boys, making her drunk.

Then again he heard her request and plea in a desperate voice, "Uncle Bhashkar, please. I only need one bowl."

"Well! Only one bowl. Wait, don't be impatient," he said and went near to her with one full leafy bowl of wine.

"Enjoy yourself," said Bhashkar and handed her the bowl which she immediately gulped down her throat.

"Thank you, Uncle," she smiled.

Both of them remained silent for some moments then Deboshree said, "Could I have another one?"

Bhashkar smiled at her and nodded his head. He prepared another round for both of them. He came nearer to her and handed her the bowl. Deboshree was slightly inattentive and the bowl slipped from her hand and the bowlful wine spilled on her front.

Deboshree cried, "Ohhh, shit! Sorry, Uncle. It is totally wasted. Could you please prepare another one for me?"

Bhashkar didn't say anything silently he prepared another one which she sipped comfortably.

His gaze dropped lower, taking in her navy and white dress, a simple thing with narrow straps with a bodice that hugged her lovingly. Holy shit! She had a wet shirt soaked with wine. He couldn't take his eyes from the way the material clung to her breasts, nipples outlined in detail. Nor could he do anything about his cock, which immediately stood at attention and begged to salute. She sat with her legs stretched out, head leaned back, and eyes closed, the moonlit kissing her face. Bhashkar wanted to caress all that soft skin and run his fingers through the rich black hair, highlights glinting in the moonlit. The top shirt was unbuttoned near her neckline just low enough to see the upper swell of her breasts and the beginning of her cleavage. His palms itched to cup those mouth-watering mounds.

"See, your wet dress above and mind it as I am not seeing anything else as I am not a dirty old man," he said.

Deboshree remained silent. Then he looked at her. "I thought you weren't going to flash me anymore," he said, "Something about not wanting me to have a heart attack as I recall?"

Deboshree blushed prettily, "Well, I don't know. I guess I kind of liked it when you... noticed me."

Then she noticed her panties on his hand which he was sniffing. She was shocked to see his behavior and asked, "Uncle, where did you find it?"

"It was lying on the ground and when I sniffed its inside, I find its fragrance is much intoxicated than this tribal wine, he said.

"Really!" she exclaimed with surprise.

He sat down next to her on the rock. Bhashkar was too close and it made her a little uncomfortable. His leg was touching hers. He made small talk with her and she nervously sipped more of her drink. She began to relax and laugh a little. Bhashkar made sure to pay her a lot of attention. The alcohol was kicking in and she was slurring a little and being careless with how she was sitting. Her legs were open and she leaned against him a little and he put his arm around her. She smiled at him.

"Deboshree, the fragrance of your panties is so sweet and enchanting," he said.

"Oh! I didn't realize but I am so embarrassed," she dropped her eyes.

"Why? I think without panties, your lower portion looks hot," he put a hand on her bare thigh.

"You think I am hot? Really, uncle!" she was surprised.

"Oh yes. You are very sexy," he said without any hesitation.

"Wow. No one has ever said that to me although I am a spinster of 34 years, "her face brightened.

"They are wrong," his hand had slid so far up her thigh the back of it brushed her pubic hair. Thick hot moisture was drooling down Deboshree's smooth upper thighs on the inside, slipping from deep inside her hotly steaming loins like a seeping spring. The cool moonlit down on her back through the shirt, and her buttocks felt as though a blast furnace had been opened on them in the convertible for they were totally naked to his hands. Her heavy breasts, dangling like ripe fruit, felt enormously full and filled with the growing seed about to burst open. She jumped a little. She brought two bowls of wine and offered one of the bowls to uncle and again sat beside him on the rock. She gulped down the wine. Deboshree was now a little drunk.

"Deboshree, how many days it has been going with these two boys, Gelango and Samango?" he asked abruptly.

"What do you mean, uncle?" as she couldn't grasp his question at once.

"A few moments before, I was hiding under that bush and I have witnessed everything that you were doing with those tribal boys?" he said in a cool voice and indicated the nearby bush.

Deboshree jumped into her feet as if she had seen a poisonous snake near her feet and with a bewildered look and shocking voice she could only utter, "What? Ohh, my God!!"

Although she was now a little drunk but Bhashkar could see her face turning pale as if a great shame had swept over her whole body and she was trembling with her downcast eyes.

"As far as I know, you were not in any relationship with anybody during your college study and even after that when you became a professor. You preferred to be a spinster. But what made you enter a sexual relationship with these tribal boys who are 14 /15 years younger than you. I can not blame these innocent tribal boys and I think it was you who seduced them. Was it your hidden sexual desire coming out now? You see, I am not against your sex with these boys as I know every human being has a biological need to be satisfied, but with tribes, it is beyond the dignity of our family! The most important factor is that your sexual relationship with them is risky. As you know once you are caught by Okato and his men then could you imagine the consequences?" he said.

Then he noticed the stream of tears, which were the tears of repentance rolling down from her both eyes and she was sobbing silently.

"Since, you are my niece, daughter of my best friend Arnab, tomorrow I have to report him everything of this episode," said Arnab.

"No, uncle no. Please don't tell all these things to my papa nor any members of the family," she said in a choked voice and immediately knelt before him and clutched his feet. She started sobbing more, her sound whining like a child and she begged, "Have mercy on me uncle, I will be ruined completely once everyone comes to know this."

"Well, Deboshree! I love you like my daughter Debika. I have never differentiated between Debika and you. How could you expect I would ruin you! Don't worry; I would reveal this secret neither before your father nor before anybody. Be rest assured! It would be a secret remaining between you and me," he assured her.

Then further he said, "Now, be a good girl," and blatantly said, "Go near there and clean yourself with water as all your insides are full of the cums of those tribal boys."

Without speaking a single word, she moved near the water pot, she squatted and cleaned both her front as well as back hole properly with water. When she returned to him, she found him sitting on the rock with two bowls full of wine.

"Come to me, my dear child. Now, don't be afraid and you need not worry as everything is settled. Take this drink," he indicated her to sit beside him on the rock. She sat beside him, their bodies were touched with each other and both could feel the warmness of each other's body. They remained silent and started sipping their drinks. Once they finish their drinks.

"Are you happy now my dear child?" he said in a soothing voice.

"You see Deboshree, like you, I have also my biological needs but it is sad that your aunt Archana is an old lady and she is unable to fulfill my needs and I have not slept with her for quite a long time, for years. Now, when I am with you, with a young woman like you, I feel certain young energy surging throughout my body and I feel as if you are a young Archana in her prime youth sitting beside me," he said and looked at her.

Dimly, she heard uncle's words and felt his hands and arms, hard and yet strangely soothing and patting in this hour of need on her back. His whole body was tensed to the breaking point. Somehow he had to do it. He had to find the courage. With no warning, he forced himself to reach out and grab her, crushing her beautiful body to him and his lips again finding her lips awkwardly. She smelled of a beautiful young feminine fragrance like a delicate flowery perfume and her lips were soft and full under his. A surge of power went through him! He was kissing her! God! He actually was kissing her!

Deboshree gasped as she felt his arms go around her, pulling her against his hard

powerful body. His lips were soft and then desperately hard and passionate. Oh, God! She should have guessed. He had a terrible case of matured love! How stupid of her not to see it. She knew how damaging her resistance could be to her at this stage. He was feeling everything so acutely. It hadn't been that long since she had been a teenager and she remembered how uncle was kissing her only on her cheeks and now on her lips vividly the agonies of adolescence.

A tiny corner of her mind was screaming in warning about the strange hand on her bare breast, the strong male lips moving boldly on her throat. And then another hand began gently caressing her taut belly; it stroked down to her helplessly trembling thighs as though reassuring her, and then came back up again lifting the hem of her skirt, revealing her long slender legs and her bare crotch area.

Bhaskar's arms tightened convulsively around Deboshree, and his hand of its own accord found the fleshy fullness of her breast, shaking and quivering. His other hand clutched the curve of her hip, and he ardently pulled her back into him and onto the long rigidness of his throbbing cock which had grown heavily in his pants just from memorizing the obscene performance of Deboshree with the tribal boys a few moments before. Deboshree could feel his rock hardness and wonder at this age how could uncle have such hardness!

Bhaskar's hand closed tighter on Deboshree's breast. God! ... with all that going on down there in the convertible and his own balls aching like they had a million needles in them ... he couldn't keep his hands to himself. Deboshree was crying now and the sobs that she tried to stifle shook her whole body. Bhashkar pulled her even closer back against him and his head went down against her moonlit washed throat. Deboshree could well understand that she couldn't oppose any action of her uncle, so she started sobbing more realizing that she was at his mercy.

"Shhh ... it's all right ... shhh, Deboshree, baby ... don't carry on so ... shhh ... it's going to be all right ... " he whispered against her hair, smelling of the chocolate smelled shampoo fragrance.

From this angle, Bhashkar could see the straining tops of Deboshree's full fleshy tits above the half-opened shirt she wore.

All of a sudden Bhashkar's eager lips trailed along the graceful curve of her neck, and his hand brushed over the swelling mounds of both breasts, squeezing them together through the cloth; but even his big hand couldn't contain the fullness of the two firmly protruding mounds. It wasn't his idea ... it was the situation and the degrading scene he witnessed.

"Ohhhh ... oohhhh ... noooooo! " Deboshree whimpered in her pained agony, her arm coming up to struggle feebly with the hand enclosing her breast so fiercely. It couldn't be! Uncle's hand didn't belong there ... but it felt good ... it felt almost the way Gelango's hand used to be. Deboshree wanted desperately to close her eyes and open them to find it was all a terrifying nightmare It had to be! It couldn't be real. Behind her, uncle's hand hungrily squeezed at her fleshy tits, but somehow, that didn't hurt ...

"No, uncle, we mustn't, " she groaned and then shuddered. Bhashkar couldn't tell whether the movement came from fear ... or the excitement of his hand locked tightly around her naked tit.

His hand clung tightly to the smoothly rounded buttocks. Behind her, she felt uncle shift his weight, and then an impatiently grinding bulge was pressing into the tightly clenched crevice of her ass cheeks. That tiny voice of conscience was receding and growing fainter and fainter as wave after wave of sensuous feeling roared like a hot implacable tide from firmly flexed buttocks to the throbbing hungry pit of her belly. Bhaskar's big hands were cupping her naked breasts from behind, and she could feel the lasciviously traitorous sensations shoot through her. Her nipples popped out like tiny sensitive noses into his palms and the strange breathless calm that precludes a later raging storm was sweeping over her! Oh, God! What was happening? How had she gotten here with her uncle?

Suddenly uncle turned Deboshree in his arms and crushed her to him, struggling to get the whole supple length of her pressed into his fiercely burning flesh. His lips came down hard on her half-open mouth, and his hot tongue met hers as it darted into the warm wet cave of her mouth. He tongue fucked her for a long minute, his hands clutching her soft bushy mon area, thinly covered by hairs, her ass cheeks as he grounded his pulsating rod into her rapidly awakening cunt like the end of the earth was at his hand!

The kiss triggered something wildly exhilarating in Deboshree, something that never had been there before with any man other than two boys. She wanted it ... she wanted it terribly! Her arms went up and her hands found the back of uncle's strong thick neck; she flaunted herself into him, feeling the pain easing and being obliterated in the overwhelming wave of lust that was on her like a sudden summer thunderstorm. Yes! This was what she needed! A man who understood her anguish and her need. She felt his big capable hands frantically kneading the smoothness of her buttocks and his fingers were like mitts of fire burning through her vulva, spreading the lips and touching her little clit inside. She pushed up tight against him, not really knowing whether she was trying to trap his hand and hold it motionless ... or cooperate!

Before Deboshree could stop him, she was imprisoned in the old giant's powerfully muscled arms; his warmly eager mouth followed her twisting face till he caught her lips again. Moans were coming out his massive chest and in his eagerness, he was almost whimpering in pain...the exquisite pain of holding this young woman in a deeply intimate embrace. She was totally unprepared for old uncle's fervent reaction or for the strange thrill of forbidden excitement that abruptly shot through her gradually awakening body.

His hot mouth was suddenly sliding down her throat, blazing a trail of sensation so wildly intense that Deboshree was stunned by its impact. Deboshree could feel her nerves and skin deliciously tingling, and her suddenly hungry loins were beginning to ache. He was so hard and strong, and his strong male body was setting her own wanton flesh alight!

Bhashkar felt her beautiful lips open wide under his mouth, and thrust his tongue into the warmly wet cavern where he tasted her moans and womanly sweetness. Abruptly, kissing was no longer enough. He had to hold her big, wonderfully soft tits that were mashed against him! His hand timidly pressed between their bodies and closed over the heavy roundness that was her woman's flesh! Oh, God! It was so hot and firm and full; he squeezed it hard, wanting to crush its loveliness to his watering mouth! Even though the cotton shirt and bra he could feel her rounded globe quiver in his hand, and the nipple growing hard and erect.

Deboshree moaned as she felt uncle's hand close over her breast in a rapturous clasp. His touch sent sensually thrilling licks of flame spiraling from her nipple outward, and the fire was setting her vagina ablaze as well! No! No! No! The word screamed inside her skull in an insistent shriek but her flesh was wantonly ignoring it, quaking and swaying under his clutching hands and tenderly fucking mouth! Oh God, she was a slut to let this old uncle... to lead him astray... and yet... it was so sad that his old masculine giant's body was so deprived... that he'd never even kissed a girl before! There was a strange vanity in being the first... in initiating such a strong virile old bull! Oh, God! Stop it! Stop thinking about it!

"Ohhh, Deboshree... I've never felt anything so good in my whole life...until now... Ohhhh, God... don't leave me... let me love you...I'll die if you don't... Please... ohhhh, please!" Bhashkar moaned.

Deboshree shook her chestnut hair, the breath gasping out her flared nostrils. She pushed hard against his great muscular chest. Suddenly the tears came pouring out her eyes and the pain in her breast was a knife, "Uncle, can't you see that I'm just a... a rotten whore... or worse... Oh God... let me go!" Her head came down in her hands, and all the anguish and frustration and hurt came pouring out in scalding tears on her tightly clenched fingers.

Bhashkar looked at her in agony and made up his mind. It was as though something snapped into place inside him; he wouldn't ask her now. He would tell her! In one swift motion, he bent and lifted her in his arms and turned toward his bunk. His cock was painfully beating; a huge enlarged second heart inside his tight briefs, and every step was agony. He laid her gently on the bed.

"Don't cry, Deboshree... it's all right, darling... shhh," he crooned to her softly; as he tore his clothes off and with shaking fingers swiftly unbuttoned her shirt. She lay sobbing as if her heart were splitting in two.​