Misc. Erotica The Law of Jungle

The old man sat naked on the blanket spread on the ground near the bonfire, his massive prick upstanding like a stone phallus except that it quivered and beat and was impatiently seeping at the tip of its swollen head. He lifted the limply sobbing niece by the shoulders and pulled her shirt gently from her shaking shoulders, unhooking her bra as he went, whispering and kissing her while he worked. As her suntanned breasts popped free, his breath wadded painfully in his chest! Both his enormous hands came out to gently cup them, and the warmly silken weights were heavy and beautiful in his hands.

"Ohhhhh, God, Deboshree," he breathed, and burrowed his face between the heatedly trembling mounds, using his hands to scrape them against each side of his face.

Deboshree felt the sandpaper contact of Bhashkar's cropping small beard stubble between her heaving breasts, and she moaned as wildly racing, jagged streaks of ecstasy began flashing across her quaking body! She felt as though her head was a mass of crossed signals and confusing connections! The feel of the ardent experienced mouth between her breasts sent scintillating sensations raging through her, and strangely enough within the last three or four minutes, she no longer cared whether this was right or wrong. She was already an adulteress, had already hit the bottom layer of hell... how much farther could she sink?

Her arms went out of their own volition and held the old man close against her shaking breasts, and she lay for long minutes running her hands down his heavy muscled, brute-strong back. She listened to his anguished whimpering and felt his hot hungry breath burning against her naked flesh, and felt sorry for him because he had never even held a woman in his arms for quite a long time... Well, then, let him see it all, let him...

Deboshree dug down and found her skirt zipper. Frantically she jerked the skirt down and kicked it off her feet. Bhashkar sat up, the breath coming out his mouth now in great gulps like a beached fish, staring at her as she suddenly lay nakedly in all her curvaceous splendor on the blanket on the ground before him. His expression was as if all the treasures of the earth were spread out for his taking. "Ohhhh, Gooooddddd, Deboshree... you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Slowly, as if in a trance; Deboshree held up her arms to the old man, her eyes holding his locked. With a deep groan he fell across her, his yearning mouth wetly enclosed her breast, and she jerked and arched her chest up to it fiercely. Young, but oh so good...

"Yesss, uncle, my darling uncle... Yesss," she hissed, feeling her full, firmly matured tits swelling even greater under his greedily devouring mouth.

Ohhh God... whore, slut, harlot, Jezebel! She called herself every dirty name she could remember, but they were only words, and words no longer mattered with her flesh in such fiery rapture!

The old man sucked the warm silken nipple into his watering mouth, and he thought surely heaven was within his grasp! Deboshree! His woman... he was going to have this young woman! No shit from anybody anymore... He could feel her respond and arch against his exploring mouth as his hands slid down the satin sides to her gently quivering thighs. Sucking strongly on the throbbingly erect nipple standing at attention, Bhashkar felt as though he were worshipping at the shrine... it was a ritual... gaining his manhood and it was an act of charity... Deboshree was giving him the priceless gift! He didn't have to ask now! He would take... take her passionately, gluttonously!

Deboshree pulled the old man closer to her besides her, his mouth still heatedly attached to her heaving breast, his tongue pulling and sucking and slathering, drawing the very soul out through her abandoned flesh that rapturously writhed and vibrated to his every touch! The heat of his hot male body was burning through her whole side, and she could feel his massively pulsating instrument--that gigantic, rigid, velvet-skinned cock--pressed into her flesh like a fiery brand! It was burning straight through her body! She marveled at the instinct that led him to her flowing breast like a parched man to a hidden spring.

"Ohhh, Deboshree... God!... You're the most beautiful... Ohhhh..." he cried.

Bhashkar moaned, as his eagerly seeking mouth moved over to the neglected breast and his big hands began kneading the glistening softness of the other tit. His wildly throbbing cock was jerking like a wild beast, blinded and starving and enraged, so blood-engorged that it had swelled to monstrous size as it pounded at the woman's satin-skinned hip. He wanted to devour Deboshree whole, eat her alive! His tongue shot out and began hotly licking her shivering nipple hard as a chipped diamond and glistening with his saliva until it shone like a polished marble stone sculpture!

Whimpering, Deboshree reached down and found the mammoth fleshy organ along her hip and enclosed it softly in her hand. It jerked and pulsed like a thing alive... so huge and questing that she could hardly hold its immensity! Oh, God! She squeezed. It was as hard and rigid as steel... a steel rod that was going to ram her to heaven and back! The first contact between her wonderfully warm hand and fingers on his aching cock sent the old man rising almost off the narrow bunk!

"Goddd... Oh, Goddddd!" Instinctively, he thrust forward in her hand, feeling the skin sliding deliciously back and forth under her tightly gripping fingers.

"Uncle, it's beautiful," she crooned, "a big beautiful hard cock, much bigger than those tribal boys."

The lewd words spilled from her mouth before she could stop them. Oh God... she was truly depraved, depraved, and lost, and her wanton body was leading her into even more wicked actions It was as though once lost, she kept sinking into the depths of a lurid lust that controlled her, body and soul. Shivering streaks of hungry anticipation streamed through her heated flesh at the touch and feel of the strong body lying beside her. Her pelvis had begun to frantically undulate, and her filled and straining breasts were on fire from his instinctively sucking mouth. Ooooooh God, she had to have it!

Deboshree purred as she took his trembling hand and placed it over the soft resilient curls of her warmly quivering vaginal mound. Automatically her hips began moving in impatient little circles.

"Feel here..." She guided his outstretched middle finger to her gently pulsating cuntal lips and let him feel the moistly heated love juice seeping from within her depths.

"Oh, God! You're all wet there... All slippery and hot and wet..." said Bhashkar.

His finger needed no more guidance but went exploring on its own, sliding the tip of his middle finger up and down the swollen thinly bearded slot of her lust-enflamed pussy. At his touch, more and more lubricant flowed out of her heated cunt until a small viscous stream was dribbling and oozing down over her smooth inner thighs.

Suddenly Bhashkar sat up and looked down over the voluptuously naked body of the young woman laid out for him in the offering. He saw the full fleshy mountains of her wondrously quivering tits, the smooth taut plain of her rippling belly, the "V" shaped forest of her softly curling chestnut pussy hair, and the fertile "Y" of her eagerly trembling thighs. He watched his own hand exploring the warm cuntal cavern up between her firm legs; this was the promised land of his own manhood test... a battleground where both opponents would emerge victoriously. A great surge of restless hunger shook him, and he groaned as he leaned down to kiss the moistly puckering pussy mouth. Deboshree felt uncle's hot mouth gently and tenderly kissing her heated vaginal lips. It was too unbelievably exquisite to be true.

"Ohhhhhh, God," she moaned loudly, lifting her knees and wantonly spreading her thighs, "yessss that's it, uncle... kiss me there... suck it...ohhhhh... shove your tongue in there... hurry Aaaagggghhh!"

Bhashkar heard her lewd mewling and they freed him to do what he wanted to do. His eager tongue tasted the slippery syruped moisture of the heatedly quaking flesh between her legs and then curled and snaked into the perfumed depths of her pussy.

"Mmmmmmm...Mmmmmmmmm! Beeeeee-u-teefullllll!" It was an obscene shriek of forbidden rapture from her.

Deboshree did not know what had prompted her to order uncle to lick her pussy that way... she only knew it had to be and now she knew why she wanted to... it was the most glorious feeling she could ever remember... that hot stiffened uncle's tongue ramming into her seething vaginal depths in the ages-old primeval oral fucking that even the ancients had extolled. Her hips arched up closer to Bhashkar's beautifully kissing, probing, sucking mouth. It was driving her crazy!

"That's itttt... suck it, uncle... suck my cunt... suckkkkkkkk itttt... Loverrrrr...!" she cried.

The old man lapped and drank from the warmly welling pussy spring like a dying man finding precious water in the desert! He wanted to bury his whole face in the heatedly clasping cunt and dive in after it!

It never occurred to him that it might be a lurid and secret way to make love. If Deboshree wanted it... it had to be good... and it was good beyond his wildest dreams. It was actually happening... all of it was real, and he wouldn't wake shaking and unfulfilled. Through the seething maelstrom of her obscene lust, Deboshree felt her own mouth beginning to water as she thought of a way to repay the old man.

"Oh God, uncle Bhashkar, give me your cock... turn around," she panted, the breath lurching through her tortured lungs in great gasps.

"Up there, where I can suck it for you... oh, give it to me, lover... put your great big beautiful cock in my mouth... I want to suck it!" The crazed words, lusting and lewd, came out her mouth with an advance warning in her head... but once said, she was glad and knew she wanted it... she wanted that virile young cock flesh pulsating deep in her throat...while his mouth sucked her pussy alive and screaming!

Reaching up, Deboshree impatiently pulled the strong hairy thighs over her head and saw the jutting immensity of his fantastically hard shaft throbbing like a stallion's only inches from her face. Oh, God! She wanted it, wanted to lick his masculine pre-cum from the tiny hole at the tip of the velvet-textured head, wanted to taste the uncle's liquid love seeping out for her. Lifting her face up to it, she fervently kissed the jerking head right on the end, and then her hotly glistening lips turned into wide oval-shaped to slip them up and enclose it warmly and wetly in her already hungrily sucking mouth.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhh... Ohh, Debooshreeee," Bhashkar screamed into her wide-open pussy, his mouth blowing his words into her open cunt in hot, incredibly sensual, blasts. The feel of her warm, saliva-filled mouth around the head of his almost bursting cock, sent the old man crazy with lust. The fire of need was in him and spreading so fast he was going to cum before he could ever get to fuck her at all!

Deboshree's mouth was stretched wide to accommodate the fantastic thickness and length of the rigidly throbbing hardness as she frantically began using her tongue around the hotly swollen tip and sensitive underside. Her cheeks hollowed and she began a fierce sucking, alternating the sucking with gentle nibbles and swipes of her tongue. She felt his fevered return to her vagina and his vigorously worming tongue driving in so deeply. Her hands reached up and found his buttocks, hard and muscle-fretted to iron slabs of strength, and, pulling urgently, she forced the old man's powerfully pulsating staff deeper into her willing throat. She could feel the soft curling grey pubic hair tickling against her nose as she struggled to get the whole of his warmly throbbing cock into her cum-hungering throat! She wanted... she wanted to taste all of him, and love him, and give him his first beautiful experience. She wanted to burn herself into his memory so that all consequent experiences with women would be tinged with her presence! He would always remember her. She was giving him a fiery birth--a new life--his first.

Bhashkar soon realized that a rhythm had developed, his tongue shooting into the sweetly heated depths of his niece's hotly quivering pussy, while her wet worshipful mouth sucked and tried to swallow his painfully beating prick! God! If this kept up he was going to shoot off before they really got started! He could feel the drawing in of his balls, the swollen pressure almost bursting them already! How could he possibly hold back?... How, when her soft lips and warm, wet mouth were sucking and loving him beyond his wildest dreams. Scouring the whole of her cunt like a gluttonous bee searching for honey, the old man could feel her jerk and moan around his stiff prick; so stuffed into her mouth that even her moans were muffled to oblivion!

Her beautiful soft throat was stabbed with his pulsating fullness and it was going to drain him! Oh, God! Was he supposed to let go right in her mouth? He didn't know. She'd drown if he did! But the thought of shooting his steaming load of pent-up cum into the back of her throat and down into her beautifully smooth belly was driving him insane. Oh God, he wanted to... He had to... Deboshree's hotly watering mouth began working even more vigorously on uncle's cock as she sensed he was close to orgasm. She tightened her lips around it and then began bobbing her head, stretching her mouth up and down its long pulsating length; her tongue flicked provocatively along the corded ridge on the underside and then swirled experimentally around the huge seeping head.

"Godddddd... Honeeyyyyyyy!" Bhashkar groaned, his head coming up for a moment from the violently quivering depths of her succulent tasting pussy. The exquisite feel of Deboshree's tongue on his rampaging cock drove him! He had to let her know; he couldn't cum in her mouth! The old man arched his back and attempted to pull his prick from her wetly laboring mouth. "I'm close to cumming," he said.

There was no answer from Deboshree; she loved the feel and the taste of uncle's warm fleshy rod in her throat. She simply reached up and using the softness of his sperm-loaded testicles as a handle, pulled the prick even deeper into her mouth. Her saliva flowed freely, mixing with his pre-cum seminal secretions, and she lapped hotly, voraciously at the male pungency as she made a strong, rounded vacuum with her lips. She sucked harder than before, and almost at once she felt uncle arch and cry out in wonder.

"Aaahhhhhhh... I'm cuummmiinnngggg...Aaaahhhhhhh!" he cried.

Bhashkar felt the dam give and the whole pressurized boiling cauldron of his balls began shooting down the wildly throbbing length of his penis sunk so deeply in Deboshree's desperately sucking mouth.

The heavy, animal-like sounds coming out of his throat were an unintelligible tribute to his first orgasm and this young woman's soft, beautiful mouth! It was his first shared orgasm of any kind!... and the singular jacking off seemed a pale substitute for the real thing! The great nozzle of his spewing cock went on and on and the rapturous ecstasy spurted hotly... Deeply... into the ovally rounded circle of her tightly locked lips.

Deboshree wasn't ready for his tremendous pulsating eruption that flowed heatedly deep into her desperately working throat, and she choked and sputtered and gagged at first. Her mouth filled and overflowed with the old uncle's creamy white cum and in desperation, she swallowed to keep from drowning! On and on the spewing bursts came in thick streams which she voraciously gulped. Oh, God! Her Adam's apple bobbed lewdly as she tried to swallow it all, for there was a great sense of pride and accomplishment at taking it all. She wanted his fresh, virile young semen in her body! She wanted it all... deep inside her belly!

Then it was over and the heavily breathing uncle collapsed beside her, his eyes closed, his head pillowed on her breast, one thigh flung across her slender tanned legs. Gradually, he eased back to earth on a cloud that hit with a great thud, and he must have dozed off momentarily for he couldn't recall how he came to be beside his niece and holding her so close and half under him. Then he remembered. He was a man... by God! His body felt lethargically alive and alert and the fabulous warmth of a good young woman lying in his arms seeped into his very bones!

Deboshree's hand stole out to touch the old man's cock lying over her thigh, and she picked it up and held it like a wounded bird, cupping it gently and squeezing it very softly. Immediately it responded and came alive. My God! It started to get hard again! His hugeness contrasted with her fragilely rounded curves, and, as she looked down at his hard body, she felt her unsatisfied vagina restlessly twitching in hunger.

Her hand began moving the still wet foreskin back and forth and felt powerful new life surge into the rapidly growing flesh. She whispered, "It's getting hard again, uncle!"

The old man masterfully turned her face to him and fiercely kissed her, pressing her naked beauty into his as though he would never get enough of her lush ripeness. His tongue, now, thrust aggressively into Deboshree's waiting mouth and she accepted it gratefully. Bhashkar moaned deep in his throat at the taste of his own orgasm there still lingering in her mouth! The thought drove him wild! Oh, God, he couldn't let her go... never... He had to have this young woman. His penis was growing huge again and throbbing already just from holding her voluptuous nakedness against his own hard nudity. He had to have her again... and this time he wanted to shove the length of his rigid prick straight into that pulsing little pussy.

"Ohhhhh, uncle..." Deboshree breathed. "Ohhhh, please. It's hard enough."

She pulled him over her and spread her trembling legs out wide to cradle his immense, hard young body.

"Put your cock in me, uncle darling, put your huge beautiful prick straight into my vagina... I'm dying," she panted.

"God, yes... Oh, Deboshree, darling... You're so sweet... so good... so good for me... my sweet good Deboshree!" he moaned.

He kneeled between her wide-spread knees with his throbbing erect cock pressed inside the elastically clasping walls of the young girl's quivering pussy while his hands boldly roamed up and down the warm satin skin of her long shapely thighs, then up and around the smoothly curved buttocks before reaching her ripely voluptuous breasts. He felt her fingers playing with his ears and then her hands frantically plunged into his hair.

The moonlight was beating on Bhashkar's back in a slow pulse that seemed to bear down in time with his long powerful thrusts into the hot, wetly sucking hollow up between Deboshree's insanely quivering thighs. Her legs were wrapped around his naked buttocks, and she used her heels like spurs to urge him on to deeper penetration. Bhashkar arched up, pulling his throbbing thick length of cock flesh almost all the way out as his hands caught the young girl's frantically bobbing breasts. He began licking them in rhythm with his wildly pulsating cock beating like a maddened metronome just inside the warm damp entrance of her open cunt!

"Ohhh ... Lover ... lick me ... suck me ... ohhhh! " The writhing Deboshree chanted softly, undulating her hips tip in the age-old twist of the belly dancer to force the long, beautiful length of uncle's commanding hardness back up deep inside her belly where she wanted it most. His rapacious tongue licked the hardness of her nipples and the surrounding softness of her tit, and she felt the tiny radiating explosions start from the warmly wonderful wetness of her nipples and spread through her flesh in wildly bursting flowers of lust! Oh, God! He was a good fucker ... the best ... and he was going to be hers! he was going to be hers alone. She had searched for the likes of him all her young life and now she'd found him!

"Goddamn! ... Oh baby ... " Bhashkar gritted through tightly clenched teeth as his desire-hardened cock worked its way deep and deeper up inside her hungrily rippling belly. God! Her hot little cunt closed on him like a vise ... a hot, wet, tight, clasping, clenching, milking vise. The vaginal muscles up between Deboshree's widespread thighs rippled and squeezed and clutched, massaging him like the million practiced fingers of a masseuse ... pulling voraciously at the hotly building sperm in his testicles whether he wanted it or not ... and oh God! He wanted it! He could feel the seething pressure in his balls, and his prick was on fire with the spirals of flaming lust that encased and surrounded his pulsating solid pole of flesh sunk so deeply and so tightly into her greedily pulling vagina!

Deboshree felt the hot, hard-muscled back under her hands and the mammoth pulsing hardness fucking deeper and deeper into her belly, so deep that it felt like uncle was ramming it up out the back of her throat, as though he had impaled her whole body on his giant cock, and she was helplessly impaled all the way through! Her eyes were closed against the cooling moon and warmness of the bonfire but she needed no sight to know what was happening to her body! She could feel every ridge and muscle and straining action, every inch of him. Even so, she wanted more; her heels came up to lock behind his calves that clenched and worked tightly in his labor, and her thighs closed around his lean stone-hard hips, male and aggressive as the rest of him!

The words came tumbling out her throat and lips, kissing the words into the bronzed neck and ear, "Fuck me ... oh, uncle lover ... fuck me like you never fucked before ... fuck me hard ... harder, lover ... harder ...! "

The young woman's hips gyrated and rotated wildly to squeeze every ounce of his solid male flesh into her hotly seething depths as his wildly thrusting cock pumped in and out in a fevered rhythm of uncontrolled passion that was building every second.

"You're my man ... my man, lover ... and I'm your woman ... Oh God ... Fucckkk meeee! "she cried.

"Oohhh... Goddd... Oooooooaaaahhhhhh..." The piercing wails spilled from her lust-constricted throat and she couldn't stop! Such wild, unrestrained, ecstasy could not be contained within the narrow confines of her flesh but spilled out her mouth in agonized screams of bliss!

Deboshree could feel the waves washing her higher and higher and higher until she thought she would burst apart with the exquisitely engulfing sensations! Oh, God! Oh, God! It never stopped... just when she thought the incredible orgasm was subsiding... another started up...carrying her higher than the last until she was just a limp mass of exhausted flesh pitifully begging her triumphantly grinning old uncle to stop.

Bhashkar could feel that a warm wave swept over his cock as she had cummed inside. After stopping momentarily, he fiercely gripped the smooth rounded cheeks of her ass with crushing strength, and with surging strokes, he pistoned in and out of her, oblivious to everything but that demanding, desperate need in his sperm-bloated balls.

Sweat pouring from his brow, teeth gritted, eyes closed, he cried out a toneless groan that he didn't recognize as his own voice, "I'm cumminnngggg!"

His violently exploding penis hosed boiling white sperm down the long hard length of his pulsating shaft and hotly spewed into her, splattering the scalding liquid deep up into the hotly convulsing depths of her womb! Jerking and pumping like a lassoed wild stallion, his crazily jerking cock continued to shoot out its cum, streaming and gushing and squirting on and on and on.

Deboshree had felt his cumming deep up in her belly and it triggered her another orgasm. Her body convulsed and expanded, and her flesh seemed to melt into the ground as the stars blew themselves up in blinding flashes of light while the universe orbited with the speed and heat of a million comets colliding at once deep inside her cum flooded vagina.

The kaleidoscope wheeled on and on, and the changing color and bits of time montaged to new patterns of crystal clear light. The world was good. Then, wearily, there was nothing... the bliss and peace of nothingness!

"Let the bone fire burn, we both will wake up in the middle of the night and put more logs into the fire then I will fuck you in your ass hole," said Bhashkar.

"Sure, Uncle, I want you to fuck me till early morning, till the fire is extinguished," smiled Deboshree.

The two naked bodies clung, twined with each other near the burning fire.

When they finished their glasses, Arnab stood up and gently lifted Debika, and slowly set her on her feet. A strangled groan tore out of Arnab's mouth as he felt her soft hand close on him. He could see the upthrust curve of her full young breasts heaving against the shirt where a button had come loose. She leaned against his body, her breath coming quick and unevenly, her eyes like a jade green fire beckoning him into the depths of a fiery, unknown hell. She stood facing the bonfire as he hugged her from behind with his hand automatically cupping her breasts. Then he made her face turn towards him and opened his arms for her. Debika came into his embrace quickly and willingly.

"Goddd ... " He groaned suddenly and his muscular arms snaked around her pliant body and his lips came down hard on her half-opened pink-lipped, moist mouth goading him and smiling at him. He had to crush that smirk off her face ... wipe it out ... obliterate it!

He cupped her beautiful face in his hands, tilted her chin up slightly, and kissed her deeply on her rosy red lips. Debika could feel his hand buried itself in her soft hair as his hungry mouth sought hers. She responded well and opened her soft and sweet mouth to the intrusion of his tongue. Debika accepted Arnab's mouth gratefully, feeling the strong maleness of his huge rod bruising into her belly and the commanding strength in his arms and hands that held her so close, fusing her into him.. Her hands crept up his broad shoulders and she could feel the great muscles in smooth planes under his shirt. God, it had been so long. He wanted her. Fucking his tongue into her soft wet mouth, his hot lips bruising her unmercifully, Arnab's hand slid up her rib cage to lift the heavily trembling softness of her breasts. The shirt was all she wore on top, for he could feel the soft resilient warmth, the yielding, melting flesh quiver under his palm. As his tongue darted into the corners of her mouth and tasted her sweetish saliva, it encountered her tongue. As their tips came into contact, electric charge flew down their bodies. She tasted all clean and sweet and womanly, her soft wet mouth accepting him as his tongue fucked viciously into her mouth, his hands bruising her smoothly rounded buttocks as he clenched her covered cunt hidden in her shorts up to his beating pole that threatened to burst the shorts he wore.

Crushed against him, Debika kept her hand on his slowly rising hardness, growing and swelling obscenely in his shorts. She trembled and gasped, feeling the heat of the man blazing far hotter than the bonfire that beat down on them so harshly. The muscles in his arms were bunched into hard chunks of rock, and she whimpered deep in her throat. The fevered, vertical little mouth up between her legs was growing into a hotly pulsating opening that had to be filled with the hardness that was springing from his loins. Their tongues dueled for long minutes, their eyes closed against the burning bonfire, hands busily exploring and caressing and smoothing.

Releasing her mouth, Arnab effortlessly took her slender right hand into his hand, he kissed her shapely fingers gently, one at a time. He took her fingertips between his lips and gently sucked them. He brought his face close to hers and showered her face with tiny kisses. He kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose, and then moved to her shapely throat. As he kissed and started a slow lick of her throat, Debika felt as if she were flying. In all her life thus far, she had never felt such pleasure and joy as she was experiencing now. The tender care with which uncle was kissing her body made her feel so special and good. She felt love flowing into her body with every touch and kiss.

After a few seconds, he eased his hands off her and thought to remove her T-shirt. He slid his hand up her ribs, over her breasts, and back to the button of her shirt. He slipped the first one free, and then the next, and the next until Debika was shrugging out of her shirt and remained only within a pale yellow bra. All she now had on her sexy body were light yellow panties and a matching bra. Sweet God, he could lay his face on that skin and never need for anything more.

"You have the most perfect breasts I've ever laid eyes on," he exclaimed.

She was still clinging to his body and then brought her hands to her face, hiding. He stared down at her. What had he said? That she had perfect breasts?

"Debika, any problem?" he said softly.

"I'm having a moment, just give me a second, I am feeling very shy before you," she said, her voice muffled by her palms.

"Could we have shyness now with each other?" he asked.

"No," she said, dropping her hands and looking up at him with those crazy, beautiful eyes, "It was just my first time with my uncle who just

took off my shirt and admired my chest."

Then Arnab traced the straight line of her collarbone, across to the middle and over to the other shoulder.

"Uncle, could I help you to remove your dress? " The old man heard the young, excitedly writhing girl moan in despair as her hands clawed almost maniacally at his crotch.

He straightened up, ripped his waist hook loosened, and then jerked the zipper down, frantically working his jeans shorts down his legs. Arnab felt her hands feverishly unbuttoning his shirt, and he heard little mewls and moans bubbling desperately out her mouth. When finally his shirt was off and his shorts down around his knees he turned to help the wildly excited young niece, only to find she was looking at his lower portion hungrily and her breath quickened as she saw him clad only in his Jockey briefs for the first time. As they reached for each other, his hands went crazy as they felt the smoothness of her slim waist and its curve. Her pulse raced at the sight of his broad, hairy chest. She rested her tender palm on his chest hair and rubbed it there, feeling a hot sensation surging through her womanhood.

She arched and whispered, "Remove my bra, uncle."

Arnab made a faint sound before saying, "Have patience."

Her bra strap was silky and thin, a wisp of fabric holding up such plump, perfect breasts. He almost didn't want to reveal them; the anticipation was too sublime.

"You've seen me completely naked," she reminded him.

"But I haven't touched you when you were completely naked," he smiled, and obviously he was telling lie. Looking up at her face he said, "I have never been directly responsible for making you completely naked."

She gave him a playfully exasperated look, but behind her eyes, he could see her urgency and it set a fire inside him.

"Can you make me completely naked now?" desperately she said.

"You aren't something to rush through," he bent, smelling her neck.

"Your skin is meant to be savored. Your pleasure is meant to be drawn out, stretched thin, seduced from within you," Looking up at her he told her, "I'm not making love to you tonight with anything but my hands--but I want you to come so violently on my fingers that you'll wake in the middle of the night, desperate to re-create it... " he kissed her shoulder, murmuring, "only to fail."

Her mouth fell open.

"You won't have the right angle, you see," he ran a finger along her jaw, "Or the right size of finger, or depth. But mostly you'll fail at making yourself feel as good as I will because you won't be patient."

He growled, digging her hands into his hair and pulling.

He drew his finger down from the hollow of her throat to her breastbone, "You won't want to linger at these perfect spots: the warm skin here, the sole freckle on your torso just there. You won't be able to kiss your own rib."

Arnab bent kissing her just beneath her bra before sliding his hand beneath her, releasing the clasp and leaving it there to loosen as she arched for him, as she wiggled and whined. The left strap fell from her shoulder, looping down over her bicep, and he kissed the tiny new spot it revealed.

"Take it off?" she whispered.

"Not yet," he said in a cool voice.

She paused, breathing heavily while he sucked at the skin just beneath her breast, his hand working to unbutton her shorts, to slide it down her hips.

"Oh, uncle ... " Debika said softly as she felt Arnab's hand on her naked breast and his mouth sliding down the column of her throat where a pulse was beating insistently. She could feel the faint twinging between her legs and moisture began to seep from deep within her vaginal sheath. God, it was so wonderful to have him here! The ache within her was finally going to be filled and she ground her fevered impatient pelvis in invitation against her uncle's thigh. God damn, Arnab thought, that's better!

Arnab bent, sucking at the top swell of her breast. So full and firm. He pressed his teeth into the skin, groaning. He wanted to bite and suck and consume. Her breasts made him want to turn savage, groping and biting and... God, just fucking. He imagined himself crawling up her body, pressing her breasts around his cock, and shifting over her, selfishly chasing the pleasure he craved being this close to her skin, her scent, her hoarse, gasping noises.

A small part of him curled instinctively at such a crude, bare thought, but Debika's voice in his mind was louder: Let go, she said. Show me what you need. Take what you want. With a growl, he cupped her breasts over her bra and pressed them together, sucking at the skin where they met, sliding his tongue in and around the delicious crevasse.

Clinging to his body she gasped, arching, her hands working their way back into his hair, her legs wrapping around him, pulling his hips to hers so she could press tightly into him.

"Please, uncle!"A desperate request originated from her husky voice.

Her soft words electrified him and even as he tried kissing her, his hands found the clasp of the bra, unhooked it, and pulled her bra straps down her arm, away from her body, and tossing the garment aside before returning to her. Her breasts were big and compact shaped like small-sized watermelons with perfectly circular areolas and small pinkish nipples. As soon as they were freed from her bra, she moved quickly pressing them against his hairy chest, and moaned softly.

"I fantasized this many a time, uncle," she whispered.

With a muffled moan, Debika tore her lips from Arnab's and pulled his warm voracious mouth down to her excitedly quivering nipple. "Oh, God! Uncle, suck it ... suck my tit ...! "

His hungrily seeking mouth found the ripe succulency of the hardened erect nipples. Her nipples were the same warm pink as her lips, and without thinking--without even a moment of hesitation--he bent, pulling one into his mouth, sucking hungrily while his palm gripped her other breast. As his wetly oval lips enclosed the luscious half-sphere and his rapacious tongue flicked hotly on her flesh, Debika screamed softly, "Oh ... Uncle ... that's it ... suck it ... suck it! "

Debika arched, crying out and pulling so hard at his hair that the sensation teetered between pleasure and pain.

"Uncle," she gasped. "Oh, God. Oh, God."

The heady sweet smell of flower petals from the near garden area hit his nose as Arnab buried his whole face in the soft pillow of her full heaving breast. His madly licking tongue and warm moist lips clamped down hard on the sensitive nipple, and he heard the lewd urgings spring from her lust-constricted throat. She acted as if she were trying to ram her tit down his mouth, he thought. He could feel his balls, sperm-bloated and aching, his impatiently pounding cock almost bent double inside his shorts. How could it have any conscience? It was screaming for release. It was like this was the last chance at life, at the bungalow.

Pulling his hungry mouth into her desperately trembling flesh, Debika could feel the expectant quivering extend down her rippling belly and deep inside her excitedly reverberating loins as uncle's mouth drew on her goose-bumped nipple and sucked it hard and viciously into his ravenously heated mouth. Her hands flew to his waist and she struggled with the waistband of his shorts as he leaned against her eagerly agitated breast, licking, sucking, and nuzzling. She felt his hot breath on her like a flame!

The intensity of her response threw him; he was causing this simply by licking her breast and covering her body with his. This Debika was a revelation to him. Gone was the shy and reserved girl who talked less. This was a young, sensual woman on fire and he was the source of her transformation, he thought. His heart was full of love for her now and he would make such divine love to her that she would never forget! He lifted her body in his arms and she put her slender arms around his neck for support. He lifted her and laid her on the mat, he sat next to her.

Her skin seemed to glow under his touch; his lips followed the fit lines of her abdomen, the perfect circle of her belly button, the sharp spike of her hipbone. He drew his teeth over each of these discoveries, following with his fingertips, hungry to know every inch. Pushing his hips into the mat, he grew desperate for relief. Beneath him, Debika rocked up into his hands, mindless and begging; a fine sweat had broken out on her chest. His hair was a mess from her hands, tugging fingers and scratching nails. Oh, she was a fucking wonder.

"Let me taste you," she begged, "Let me touch you."

Her words sent a spike of electricity down his spine and along with his cock. "Wait, darling," he said.

"I can't," she was desperate.

Stroking her slender, smooth back with his left hand, he let his right hand into her panties and grabbed her tight, compact ass -- first one cheek and then the other, causing her to moan softly again.

"I love your hands grabbing my buttocks. Rub them with your hairy wrists too," she whimpered.

Her words fuelled the fires of his passion further. As he started rubbing her ass cheeks with his hands as she wanted, he felt her soft hands cupping the big bulge in his briefs and it was he who moaned now. He quickly grabbed the elastic band of her panties and he pushed the top elastic of her panties aside, kissing the softest skin of her navel, just above her pubic bone. She hissed out a Yes and gasped when he slid the light yellow lace down her hips and thighs, pulled it down her thighs in one quick motion. As it fell around her legs she deftly moved out of it. Debika was completely naked and she was fucking perfect. He looked at her voluptuous tanned body. The chip-hard rosy nipples winked at him and the chestnut curls of her triangular cunt hairs that pointed down to her naked pussy like a marker or an arrow.

Arnab felt her eyes on him as he slid his hand up her leg, watching his fingers move over her skin, his darker than hers, tan against pale. Her inner thigh was the softest skin he'd ever felt, and his fingers trembled slightly as he moved them higher. Inside his chest, his heart hammered. He had touched her between her legs before, of course, but it was different with an unconscious girl on the bathroom floor: rushed and intense. Here, he had hours. He could keep her up all night with his hands giving her pleasure and his mouth on her breasts, her ribs, her stomach. His fingers reached the juncture where hip met thigh and he lingered, barely an inch away from where she wanted him. Under his hand, she shook, pushing her hips off the mat.

"Uncle, you're killing me with the teasing," she whispered, reaching to wrap her hand around his wrist, "I swear I'm going to come the second you touch me."

The way she said come, and the idea that she was this worked up--that his touch could do this so easily--rocked him. He brought his right hand in between them and grabbed her hot young pussy, his hand shaking a bit with his passion.

"Oh, God..." she moaned.

"Is it good? Do you like my hand on your pussy?" he asked, hoarsely.

"Oh, it is far better than my imagination, uncle. I love the way your big hand is cupping my pussy. Please be gentle in squeezing it, don't hurt me much." She whimpered.

He found her talk very erotic and a new experience. She was definitely fuelling his passions, knowingly or unknowingly, he wasn't sure, yet. His thumb found her clit shrouded in the folds and he started massaging it, a small bud, now responding. He started rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. With a smile pressed to her hip, he slid his fingers over her, groaning at the sound of her sharp cry. She was drenched, and slick and warm and it was all he could do to not bend to kiss her there, or--even more tempting--lift his body over hers and simply slide inside. He couldn't begin to fathom how it would feel to be inside her.

"Oh, love you doing that instead of me, uncle," she moaned, as his middle finger sought the small, wet opening between her pink, wet nether lips.

As he pushed his finger into her very wet cunt, she tightened her grip on his big erection still trapped in his briefs. As he made to release his cock from the constraints, she pushed his hand away playfully. He was grateful for the barrier of his briefs, and of the kernel of hesitation still residing in his thoughts, the constant reminder to take this slowly. He didn't have the discipline of thought of moral guilty to which he was accustomed. Debika unraveled him, opened something inside him, and made him want to be more transparent with himself, with her. And as he touched her, and gave her pleasure with first two fingers, and then three, he let his thoughts flap wildly in his mind. This was what it should feel like to be intimate, giving pleasure to someone who wants it hungrily, both partners wholly giving in to it. She had opened up to him tonight--it was the entire purpose of her admission, he realized--and in turn, it had given him some freedom to relax with her, with this. With each circle of his hand and each moan that pushed past her lips, his confidence multiplied until he was convinced no man had ever wanted a woman more than he wanted the one beside him just now.

He wanted to kiss her and lick her and fuck her, but a baser part of him--a dark piece he had never acknowledged--wanted greater ownership over her lips, her glowing skin, aching sounds, soft thighs, and--he let himself admit it--the most beautiful, soaking-wet pussy he had ever dreamed of. He wanted to look at her and have a deeper sense that she was his. She started to clench under his movements and his insides began to simmer, thrilled. How odd it was, he thought, that his whole body should ache for the curve of her shoulder, the straight, downward slope of her navel, the pounding pulse at the side of her neck.

Watching her unravel under his touch seemed to literally bring his heart into his throat. Arnab lifted his gaze from where he touched her to move up and suck savagely at her breast as she first seemed to calm--her breaths came out slow and deep--and then she pushed her head back into the pillow and nearly screamed as her orgasm tore through her and pressed down against his fingers inside. She stilled for only a breath before pulling him by his hair so they were face-to-face and he could lick away the quick, relieved exhales falling from her lips.

"Holy shit," She closed her eyes, going limp beneath him, "I just... "

"You're exquisite when you come," he whispered, sucking at her jaw, her neck, her mouth.

Now, Arnab felt that he could no longer control himself. "Take my cock out, baby," his voice was thick with passion.

"I am scared, uncle," she said softly.

"Why?" he asked.

"It feels very big and you will try to put it in my small pussy and tear it off," she feigned fear in her eyes.

Oh, my God! This girl was really killing him with her erotic uttering, he thought.

"Debika baby, don't worry, my dick would be nice and good to you, it won't hurt you," he assured her.

Slowly, she put her tender hands inside the band of his briefs and eased it over his fully erect cock, pulled them down his legs, and dropped them. Then she grabbed his long, thick, and fully erect cock in both hands and it literally jerked. Debika could see the giant throbbing penis jutting up from his loins like a bull's. The dark curling pubic hair was a mat above its long sinewy length, the fleece above the sword that looked as though it could service a cow or a mare with no difficulty. His prick was ridged and purpling, thick as her wrist and she couldn't even estimate its length. Inches meant nothing anyway. Her breath caught at the magnificence that awaited her, its cyclops eye drooling in anticipation

"Oh, uncle, you are so big. It is so long and thick. It is beautiful."

Exactly the kind of words any man would love to hear, more so an older man wooing a much younger woman! His enormous vein fretted penis jutting out and pulsating obscenely in front of her face, the purpling head oozing a droplet of seminal fluid ... a one-eyed monster drooling hungrily at her! She could see it twitch and jerk as though controlled by some inner strings ... the great, thick length of it looked as though it was full of wires and cords. The head of it bulged, blunting the end of his menacing weapon. She couldn't remember ever seeing it so close and she wondered dimly how she'd ever contained its awesome length so far up inside her stomach. She shuddered involuntarily. Her hair jerked painfully again. Arnab spread his legs and crouched slightly, leading with his hips and touching the sensitive head of his prick right against her tightly closed, rosy painted lips.​