Adultery A Sexy Lactating Housewife And Some Ugly Low Class Men

[ashuezy2]

Saga 4 - Scene 5 - Arun ka bulge
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Ten seconds later, still inside the bathroom.

Arun was still backing away, his face a mask of terror and desire. Dipa looked at him, not with anger, but with a patient lust and knowing smile.

Dipa: Arun, sharmao mat. Sahab kuch nahi kahenge. Don't be shy. Sahab won't say anything.

Arun: Ji, Memsahab…

She took his trembling hands, her touch gentle but firm, and placed them back on her wet shoulders.

Dipa: Arun. Jo main keh rahi hu, woh karo. Do what I am telling you to do. Apne haatho se mere breasts par soap lagao. Mujhe achcha lagega. Apply soap on my breasts with your hands. It will feel good to me.

Her words, a soft command wrapped in a promise of her own pleasure, were the only permission he needed. The fear in his eyes was replaced by a raw, hungry glaze. He was fully erect in a couple of seconds. He picked up the bar of soap and worked it into a thick lather in his hands, his eyes focusing only on her giant, dark nipple. His mind went blank; he was acting on pure instinct now. His soapy hands came forward and cupped her breasts, his thumbs immediately finding her nipples, rubbing them in slow, deliberate circles.

Dipa smiled, a soft moan escaping her lips as she enjoyed the sensation.

Dipa: Now rub all over.

His hands moved automatically, slowly and gently, gliding over the massive, heavy globes. They moved from the sides, where the side-boobs were lunging forward, to the deep cleavage in the center. He then cupped some water and rinsed the soap away. Her breasts were glowing now, super clean and glistening under the shower spray. His eyes were focused only on her nipples, which were impossibly hard and long. Dipa watched his head and eye movement, a triumphant look on her face.

She leaned back slightly and gently squeezed her right breast. A thin, powerful jet of white milk shot across the small space and hit Arun directly in the mouth. The aim was too perfect. He tasted it, it was warm and shockingly sweet. A slow, disbelieving smile spread across his face as he looked at his Memsahab. He was more confident now. He reached out and pressed both her breasts himself, and she responded, squirting more milk that shot directly onto his face. His tongue darting out to taste the stray droplets.

Dipa: Arun, do you want to suck my nipples? Do you want to lick them? Take them in your mouth?

He didn't wait to reply. He leaned in, his head moving directly to her right nipple. He kissed it gently at first, then his tongue began to lick the hard, wet tip. Sensations shot through Dipa’s body like lightning.

Dipa: Keep licking it.

She could see his bulge was massive, straining against the thin fabric of his wet trousers. He didn’t have the courage to say, "Ji, Memsahab." He just obeyed. As he licked, her nipple swayed left and right, milk leaking from the tip.

Dipa: Now, Arun. Suck it. Take it in your mouth. All of it.

He sucked gently at first, then with a sudden lunge, he took the entire nipple and a good portion of the areola deep into his mouth, sucking with full force. A few droplets of milk turned into a steady stream that filled his mouth, forcing him to swallow. His eyes flickered in surprise, but he continued to suck and suck, drinking his fill.

Dipa was still sitting on the plastic stool, and Arun was bent before her, both of them now completely soaked by the spray of the shower. After a moment, she stood up, wearing only her soaked, transparent white panties.

Dipa: Arun, ab meri bari. Pant utaro jaldi se. Now it's my turn. Take off your pants, quickly.

He straightened up and, without a word, unfastened his trousers and let them fall to the wet floor. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pushed them down. His penis sprang free, fully erect, the head so engorged it was touching his stomach.

Dipa held his massive penis in her hands and started stroking it. She then hooked her thumbs into her own panties, a wicked smile on her face.

Dipa: Let me show you my amazing, mouth-watering buttocks.

She pushed the panties down and stepped out of them. She turned, leaned her hands against the cool, tiled wall, and looked back at him over her shoulder.

Dipa: Come. Enter from behind.

Arun moved closer, spreading her legs with his hands. He positioned his massive, super-erect penis at her entrance. She was already so wet it slid smoothly inside, but the sheer size and thickness of it was a shock. It felt like it was touching every single tissue inside her vagina, expanding her from within. He moved in, then moved out.

Dipa: Faster, Arun! Aahhh… I am so wet and horny! I need you inside me! Keep fucking me!

Her moans echoed in the small bathroom. He kept thrusting, his wet thighs slapping against her buttocks, making a loud thup, thup, thup sound that mixed with the noise of the shower. Dipa reached up and increased the shower’s speed, the roar of the water raining down, trying to counter the sound of their fucking. The water poured over them as they had sex. It continued for two more minutes, a frantic, desperate pace, before Arun couldn't hold it together any longer. He pulled out just as he was about to cum. Dipa turned as he exploded, his hot seed splattering everywhere—on her stomach, her thighs, her hands, the walls, the floor.

Dipa: It was your first time. Next time, try to hold it for a longer period.

She was panting, a look of supreme satisfaction on her face.

Dipa: Now go out. Slowly. Without making any noise. You are wet, so make sure you go directly to your room.

Arun, dazed and overwhelmed, nodded and slipped out of the bathroom after wearing his wet underwear and his wet pants. Dipa turned back to the shower, a triumphant smile on her face. She leaned against the wall, spread her legs, and let her fingers find her clit.

Dipa: Wah… amazing… this sensation, these vibrations in my chut will keep me engaged forever. I am so addicted.

She masturbated under the hot spray, her own climax even more powerful than ever before.

Dipa: Arun… you are mine.

To be continued..

[ashuezy2]

Saga 4 - Scene 6 - Arun ka bulge
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At night the same day. 9:00 PM.

The house was silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and Sameer’s steady, deep snoring. But Dipa was wide awake, her body burning with an unsatisfied lust. The brief, frantic encounter with Arun in the bathroom had only been an appetizer. The memory of his size, his strength, his raw desire for her, had been tormenting her for hours. She couldn't wait any longer.

She slipped out of bed, her silk robe whispering against her skin, and tiptoed out of the bedroom. She moved silently down the hall to the small room off the back porch where Arun slept. The door was slightly ajar. She pushed it open and went to his bedside, shaking his shoulder gently.

Dipa: (whispering) Arun… Arun, wake up.

He woke with a start, his eyes wide in the dim light.

Arun: Memsahab? What is it? Is something wrong?

Dipa: Shhh. Everything is right. Get up and come with me. Don't make a sound.

He obeyed without question, following her to the storeroom at the back of the house. It was currently empty, a dark, hollow space. Moonlight streamed in from a small, high window, painting silver stripes on the dusty floor. She led him inside and quietly closed the door, plunging them into near-total darkness.

Dipa: Arun, you are very handsome. The moment I saw you, I knew I wanted you.

Arun: Memsahab, aap bahut sundar hai. Aap mujhe bahut pasand hai. Jitna aapne mujhe pyar diya hai, aaj tak kisi ne nahi diya. Memsahab, you are very beautiful. I like you very much. The affection you have given me, no one has ever given me before.

Dipa: Aaj aur pyar milega tumhe. Aao mere paas, aur mujhe hug karo. You will get more love today. Come to me, and hug me.

He stepped forward and wrapped his strong arms around her. She melted against him, her head resting on his chest. She lifted her face and kissed him, a deep, searching kiss, her tongue immediately slipping inside his mouth.

Dipa: You are so much better than my husband.

Arun: Ji. Aapki skin bahut soft hai. Mujh gareeb ki kismat achchi hai jo aap mil gayi. Yes. Your skin is so soft. My poor destiny is good that I found you.

She stepped back and let her silk robe fall open. She was wearing only a pair of skimpy panties. Her heavy breasts, luminous in the moonlight, swung free.

Dipa: Wait kya kar rahe ho? Toot pado. What are you waiting for? Pounce on me.

He groaned and buried his face between her breasts, his mouth finding a nipple. He began to suckle, the taste of her sweet milk and the jasmine scent of her perfume driving him mad. He fumbled with his pants, lowering them and his underwear, his massive erection springing free.

Dipa: Wah, aapne aap hi utaar diya. Haye… mera bada mann kar raha hai chusne ka. Aaj nahi jaoge bach ke. Aur jab tak main naa kahu, ejaculate nahi karna. Samajh aya? Wah, you took them off yourself. Oh… I really feel like sucking it. You won't escape today. And don't you dare ejaculate until I say so. Understood?

Arun: Ji, Memsahab.

She pushed him back gently and sank to her knees before him. She took his fully erect cock in her mouth. It was so big she could only take a quarter of it, so she focused on licking and sucking the thick, glistening head.

Dipa: Oh, I love your beautiful cock. It is so long and thick, it fills my mouth.

As she sucked him, her other hand slipped inside her panties, her fingers finding her clit. She rubbed herself, her own moans muffled by his shaft. She was completely wet, ready to be taken.

Dipa: Here, take this mat and spread it on the floor. I am lying down. Fuck me now, Arun.

Arun(excited): Ji, Memsahab.

He spread the thin mat on the dusty concrete. She lay down, her legs parting for him. He knelt between them and slowly pushed his cock inside her already wet pussy.

Dipa: Ah… aur andar… yes… daalo pura ab. Bus, stop. Ab move karo. Haan, thoda tez. Yes, move faster. Ah… deeper… yes… put it all in now. Okay, stop. Now move. Yes, a little faster. Yes, move faster.

He was on top of her, kissing her wildly, his hips finding a powerful rhythm. They looked into each other's eyes and kissed again.

Dipa: Bite my neck, Arun. Give me a love bite to remember this night.

He moved his mouth from hers, down to the soft skin of her neck, and began to suck hard.

Dipa: Oh… I am so wet and in deep sensations. I've never felt so fucking great.

He pulled his mouth away, leaving a big, round, dark pink patch on her skin. He continued to thrust into her, his pace relentless.

Dipa: Now, doggy style. Fuck me like a bitch.

She immediately flipped over onto her hands and knees. The head of his thick cock touching her wet cunt lips before entering her from behind with a single deep thrust taking her in another dimension. She closed her eyes, moving her head from side to side, the pleasure almost too much to handle.

Dipa: Now… on your back. I want to ride you.

He obeyed, lying down on the mat. She straddled him, taking his cock in her hand and guiding it inside herself. She sat up straight, her breasts swaying as she began to bounce up and down, controlling the pace, her eyes locked with his.

Dipa: Look at me, Arun. See how I take you inside me. See how I ride my servant's big cock.

After a few minutes, she leaned forward, her hands flat on the floor on either side of his head.

Dipa: Now you fuck me. Fuck me hard.

He grabbed her hips, his own thrusts powerful and deep, lifting her with every stroke.

Dipa: Now… stand up.

They got to their feet, their bodies still joined. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her back pressed against the cold storeroom wall. He held her up, his hands cupping her ass, and fucked her against the wall, his rhythm hard and urgent.

Dipa: Yes… hold me up… don’t stop… I'm so close…

Dipa: One last time. On the mat. Put my legs on your shoulders. I want to feel all of you. Every inch.

They fell back onto the mat. He took her ankles and lifted her legs, resting them on his shoulders. The angle was extreme, opening her up completely. He drove into her, his cock reaching a depth she didn't know was possible. She felt him touch her womb with every thrust.

Dipa: Ahhhh! Yes! That’s it! Fuck! I’m coming, Arun! I’m coming!

Her body went rigid, her inner walls clenching around him as a massive orgasm tore through her. He felt her climax and lost all control.

Arun: Memsahab! I am… I am cumming!

With a final, desperate roar, he emptied himself deep inside her, his hot seed flooding her womb as she screamed her release into the darkness of the storeroom.

Dipa: Oh, so full. Arun, you were amazing. Now go and clean yourself.

Dipa was lying down, didn't want to get up and her body was enjoying too much.
After 10 minutes she stood up and went to washroom to clean herself and went to bed hugging Sameer and feeling blissful.

[Jhonsaran]

I really missed the unexpected update, Deepa, Usman and Begger, everyone, keep it up until the next update.

[ashuezy2]

Looks like I am not getting good feedback. Please share your thoughts.

[Vissle]

Please bring usman chacha back.

[Basic]

Looks like I am not getting good feedback. Please share your thoughts.

First of all writer. We all thank you for coming and continue the story. You don't know what good thing you have done. 

   Second thing. Please bring old character Usman Chacha back. Usman chacha was the only one who just not drank milk from Dipa but also shared some physiical pleasure with her. Dipa should go to usman's slum. She should know that usman's life is incomplete without her. Usman should express his physical wish and Dipa has to fulfill it. Dipa and usman are the best example of love without any boundary. It's a dity of Dipa to submit her whole body and soul to Usman. And it's duty of Usman to love Dipa and take her heart forever with him. Without Usman there is no excitement in Dipa's life. And without Dipa there is no Usman. Usman and Dipa are the actual reason that why people love this story. Please bring Usman chacha back. Dipa's life and story is nothing without Usman. Dipa's body needs an passionate love and Usman is the only one who can love her. Dipa and Usman chacha please come back. We all are missing your love scene. 

    Please writer Usman and Dipa are core character of this story. Please bring them back. I am sure every reader will love this.

[tomdickharry2024]

Absolutely would like to reiterate what Basic said above. Thank you for continuing this story dear!

I loved the 'baba ka powder' and 'rupa ki lalsa' sagas. They are super erotic and carry on Dipa's legacy of a kind, giving uninhibited woman.. I feel the 'arun ka bulge' was a deviation from that character as she was never driven by lust initially.. only a sense of helping the needy.. but I have to say.. super erotic writing and very fast updates as well.

Thank you!

[Samdeni]

Nice start brother.

[Jhonsaran]

Pls update only English I can't understand some words in hindi , kindly request update story in English waiting for deepa and usman, and beggar man too who come story starting

[Vissle]

First of all writer. We all thank you for coming and continue the story. You don't know what good thing you have done. 

   Second thing. Please bring old character Usman Chacha back. Usman chacha was the only one who just not drank milk from Dipa but also shared some physiical pleasure with her. Dipa should go to usman's slum. She should know that usman's life is incomplete without her. Usman should express his physical wish and Dipa has to fulfill it. Dipa and usman are the best example of love without any boundary. It's a dity of Dipa to submit her whole body and soul to Usman. And it's duty of Usman to love Dipa and take her heart forever with him. Without Usman there is no excitement in Dipa's life. And without Dipa there is no Usman. Usman and Dipa are the actual reason that why people love this story. Please bring Usman chacha back. Dipa's life and story is nothing without Usman. Dipa's body needs an passionate love and Usman is the only one who can love her. Dipa and Usman chacha please come back. We all are missing your love scene. 

    Please writer Usman and Dipa are core character of this story. Please bring them back. I am sure every reader will love this.

Totally agree with you Basic. Usman and Dipa are made for eachother when it comes to sex.

[abcturbine]

superb continuation...
take it slow and add some kinkiness...dont overload the male characters...some surprises may be ..but stick to lead characters only and try to make it slow...seductive and kinky...
rest you are AMAZING.....

[ashuezy2]

Next Saga on Usman Chacha.
Coming soon....

[Vissle]

Next Saga on Usman Chacha.
Coming soon....

Dear writer god bless you. I was waiting for more than 1 year. Finally Usman chacha and Dipa will meet again with lots of love and sexual pleasure. Now Dipa has to allow Usman to love her in his slum.

[ashuezy2]

Saga 5 - Scene 1 - Usman Miya - Dil mein Doodh Ki Khushboo
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Next Sunday.

Dipa was in the garden, playing with Tukun, a rare moment of simple, uncomplicated peace. Her phone rang, the screen flashing an unknown number. She answered cautiously. It was Sabina, Usman's wife, and her voice was a frantic, weeping torrent.

Sabina: Memsahab! Dipa beti! It is Usman… he is… he is dying! Please, you must come! He is calling for you!

The news hit Dipa like a physical blow. Guilt and pity warred within her. She had been so focused on her life at home, she had forgotten her other "duties."

Dipa: Aunty, calm down. What happened?

Sabina: He has not eaten, he has not moved! He just lies there, whispering your name! The doctor says there is no hope! Only you… you are his only hope! Please, beti, come quickly!

The line went dead. Dipa stood frozen for a moment.

She threw the phone on the sofa. She didn't bother to change. She ran out of the gate in the simple white sari and blouse she was wearing, hailing the first auto she saw and giving the driver the address of the slum.

The slum felt hotter, dustier than she remembered from her last time.

She burst into the small, dark hut, her heart pounding. The air was thick and stale. Usman was lying on the cot, looking even more frail and wasted than she remembered. Sabina was kneeling by his side, sobbing.

Dipa: Chachi! What happened?

Sabina: I don’t know, beti. He has been like this since yesterday. He won’t eat. He won’t drink. The doctor came… he said his body has just given up.

Sabina pulled back the thin sheet covering his body. His skin was sallow, his frame even more emaciated than before. He was wasting away.

Dipa: Usman Chacha… can you hear me? It’s me, Dipa.

His eyelids fluttered, but didn't open. She knelt beside the cot, her heart aching with a familiar, overwhelming pity.

Usman: (a faint whisper) Dipa…

Dipa: Yes, Chacha, I am here.

Usman: My time… has come…

Sabina: Don’t say that! Dipa-beti is here now! She will help you! She will heal you again! Beti, please… do for him what you did before.

Dipa: Chachi, I can’t.

Usman: She is right… she cannot… she should not… I am just a dirty old man…

His lustful gaze, however, told a different story. His eyes were no longer on her face, but fixed on the front of her blouse, at the heavy swell of her breasts. He tried to move, his mouth opening slightly as if in search of something.

Sabina: Beti, please. He needs you. He needs your milk. It is the only thing that gives him life.

Dipa: But Chachi, I can’t keep doing this. I know I fed Usman Chacha before, but if I give in again, I’ll develop an emotional or physical connection with him. It will become harder to stop in the future. Main rok nahi payongi phir. I won’t be able to stop then.

Sabina took Dipa’s hands, her eyes full of a strange, knowing intensity.

Sabina: I completely understand, beti. And we don't want you to stop feeding Usman. He needs you. And maybe… maybe you both are helping each other.

Dipa stared at her, the truth of those words hitting her like a physical blow. She didn't want to stop. The memory of the last time… the power, the release, the feeling of his mouth on her…

Her hands came up to her chest, almost of their own accord. She lowered her pallu, exposing the front of her blouse to Usman and Sabina. She began to gently massage her own breasts through the thin white cotton, her eyes closing. A soft moan escaped her lips.

Dipa: The last time…

Sabina: What, beti? What about the last time?

Dipa: (whispering) Bahut achcha laga tha. It felt very good.

She felt her nipples harden, poking against the fabric. Her pussy, which had been dormant, began to ache and leak. She wanted it. She wanted him. She wanted that feeling again.

She opened her eyes and looked at the two of them. She gave a small, almost imperceptible nod.

A look of triumphant relief washed over Sabina’s face.

Sabina: Usman, utho. Upar utho. Usman, get up. Sit up.

Usman slowly, shakily, pushed himself into a sitting position on the edge of the cot.

Usman: (softly, trembling) ,.' tum par reham kare… tum jaisi aurat… aaj ke zamaane mein…
(,.' have mercy on you… a woman like you… in today’s world…)

He reached for her hand, not to hold but to steady himself, his gaze lingering a little too long on her chest.

Usman: (voice breaking, almost a whisper) Bas… ek tum hi ho jo mujhe yaad dilati ho… maa ki god… woh sukoon… woh narmi… sab kuch tum mein hai, beti…
(Only you remind me… of a mother’s lap… that peace… that softness… everything is in you, my daughter…)

His voice softened further, trembling with emotion but carrying an undertone of claim.

Usman: (softly) Zara… zara paas aao… aankhen kamzor ho gayi hain… tumhari chehra dekhna hai…
(Come… come a little closer… my eyes are weak… I want to see your face…)

She hesitated, her heart pounding, but moved only slightly closer. He leaned forward, his trembling hand bracing against the cot. His breathing was slow but heavy, filling the silence.

Usman: (whispering, reverent) Subhan,.'… itni roshni… itni rehmat… tumhari baahon mein toh… maut bhi asaan lagti hai…
(Subhan,.'… such light… such mercy… in your arms, even death would feel easy…)

His fingers brushed her wrist, lingering as he shifted closer, his frame fragile yet insistent. She swallowed hard, her body stiff, torn between pity and a rising tide of arousal.

Usman: (quieter, almost pleading) Ek baar aur… woh narmi… woh sukoon… mujhe jeene ki wajah de do, beti…
(Just once more… that softness… that peace… give me a reason to live, daughter…)

The words hung heavy in the air. His face, lined with age and longing, hovered near hers as he gently lowered himself, inch by inch, as though drawn by an invisible pull toward the soft, white promise of her breasts.

To be Continued..

[ashuezy2]

Saga 5 - Scene 2 - Usman Miya - Dil mein Doodh Ki Khushboo
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Dipa’s hands continued to massage her own breasts through the thin white cotton of her blouse. The memory of the last time, and the anticipation of this time, sent waves of heat through her body. Her nipples were hard pebbles, straining against the fabric. Usman was now sitting up on the cot, his frail body leaning towards her, his eyes fixed on her hands, his breathing ragged.

Sabina: Dipa, koi dikkat toh nahi hai? Main help karu?
(Dipa, is there any problem? Should I help?)

Dipa: (a soft, breathy moan) Main abhi puri full hu. Zara sa touch aur saara doodh waterfall ki tarah nikal jayega.
(I am completely full right now. A slight touch and all the milk will come out like a waterfall.)

Sabina: Pehle se flow badh gaya hai. Maine tumhare breast itne tight nahi dekhe kabhi.
(The flow has increased since before. I have never seen your breasts this tight.)

Sabina: Lao, main button khol deti hu. Tum itni help kar rahi ho.
(Here, let me open the buttons. You are helping so much.)

Sabina’s nimble fingers moved to the front of Dipa’s blouse. She undid the top button, then the second. With each one, more of the deep, shadowed cleavage was revealed. After the fourth button, the blouse hung open, straining against the confines of her bra. Her breasts looked impossibly large, tight and full, practically spilling from the cups. Usman stared, his entire world narrowing to the sight of that magnificent chest.

Usman: Beti… main utaar deta hu bra ko.
(Daughter… let me take off the bra.)

His trembling, ancient hands moved towards her back, fumbling for the hooks. But the proximity, the scent of her skin, was too much. He couldn't control himself. He leaned in, his mouth pressing against her warm flesh, his tongue darting out to lick the deep valley between her ample cleavage of her breasts.

Dipa’s mind went blank. A sharp, electric shock of pure pleasure shot through her. She closed her eyes, her head falling back. Seeing this, Sabina moved behind Dipa, her own hands finding the hooks of the bra. With a practiced flick, she unfastened them. The bra fell away.

Usman’s expression changed from one of frantic lust to pure, unadulterated astonishment. Her breasts were free. They were massive, white, veined with blue, and so full they seemed to hum with a life of their own. The areolas were wide and dark, the nipples a full inch long, hard and erect, weeping tiny beads of milk. He moved his head lower, his tongue swirling slowly down her cleavage, lower and lower, on a saliva path towards the perfect, dark peak of her nipple. With Sabina’s help, he shifted his body until he was settled in Dipa's lap.

Sabina: Dipa, pilao Usman ko. Apna bachcha samajh kar. Yeh tumhara hai.
(Dipa, feed Usman. Think of him as your own child. He is yours.)

Usman took a few, deep, shuddering breaths, then leaned in. He took her right nipple deep into his mouth. The flow was instant and overwhelming, a warm, copious stream of milk that was too much for him to swallow. It leaked from the corners of his mouth, running down his chin and onto her belly. At the same time, her other nipple, stimulated by the suckling, began to leak on its own, then spray, thin jets of white milk arcing into the air.

Dipa: (feeling lusty and horny) Sabina… mere dono nipple leak kar rahe hai. Ek par toh Usman chus lega, dusra waste ho raha hai. Tum bhi aa sakti ho.
(Sabina, both my nipples are leaking. Usman can suck on one, but the other is going to waste. You can come too.)

Sabina feeling shocked by the invitation, smiled initially and then with a small curiosity that grew into an exploration of milk and lactation.
Sabina decided to moved in closer, trying to catch the spraying milk in her mouth. She was still smiling.

Dipa: This is just like the milk you get from the market, nothing different. My clothes are getting wet. Please come fast.

Sabina hesitated no more. She came up behind Dipa, leaning over her shoulder, and lowered her head directly onto the other nipple, taking it into her own mouth and sucking.

Sabina: Bahut sweet hai but bahut jyada aa raha hai. Main ise nigalane kee koshish kar rahi hoon but leak ho raha hai.
(It is very sweet but it is too much too handle. I am trying to swallow it but it is still leaking. )

Dipa: Continue drinking. I am too full.

Dipa closed her eyes, completely surrendering to the sensation. The dual pull on her nipples was an ecstasy she had never imagined. The painful pressure in her chest was finally being released, replaced by waves of pure, blissful relief. Small tears of joy and release began to roll down her cheeks. She was being drained, worshipped, and healed herself.

Usman: (pulling away for a breath) Shukr hai Dipa, tum aa gayi. Main barso se tumhara intezaar kar raha tha. Aur ab toh yeh Sabina ko bhi pasand aa raha hai.
(Thank God you came, Dipa. I was waiting years for you. And now, even Sabina is liking it.)

Usman again taking the nipple in the mouth with his tongue swirling around it and sucking it and gently pressing the entire breast.
He looks at his wife Sabina who is drinking with her eyes closed and with one hand gently resting on the entire breast.

Dipa: (a breathy, commanding whisper) Mere paas bahut kuch hai dene ko. Chuso aur chuso. Nipple pura andar lo aur achche se chuso. Bahut doodh hai.
(I have a lot to give. Suck and suck more. Take the entire nipple inside and suck it properly. There is a lot of milk.)

Heeding her command, Sabina and Usman increased their sucking speed, their mouths working on her breasts with a renewed fervor. The small hut filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of their feeding… tsk… tsk… tsk… tsk…

To be Continued..

[Basic]

Awesome update. Waiting for sexual relation between Dipa and Usman chacha.

[Basic]

Next update ?

[ashuezy2]

Saga 5 - Scene 3 - Usman Miya - Dil mein Doodh Ki Khushboo
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The small hut was filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of suckling. Dipa lay back against a pile of rags on the cot, her eyes closed, a blissful, serene expression on her face. Usman was latched onto her right breast, his whole body trembling with a newfound vitality. Sabina was kneeling on the floor beside the cot, her head resting on Dipa’s lap as she drank from the left breast. The initial, overwhelming flood of milk had subsided to a slow, steady flow.

Dipa: (a soft, contented sigh) Yes… just like that. Empty me completely. The pressure was so much… you are both healing me, too.

Sabina: (pulling away for a moment, her lips and chin glistening with milk) Your milk is a miracle, Dipa beti. I feel younger. Stronger.

Usman: (muffled, his mouth still full of her nipple) It is the taste of life itself. I had forgotten.

He continued to suck, his rhythm slowing as the milk began to run out. Finally, he released her nipple with a soft pop, his breath coming in deep, satisfied sighs. Sabina, too, pulled away, her cheek resting against Dipa’s soft thigh. Her breasts were now soft, depleted, and exquisitely sensitive, the nipples red and raw.

Dipa: Is the hunger gone, my children?

Usman: The hunger for milk is gone, beti. But… you have awakened another hunger. A much older one.

He shifted in her lap. She looked down. His lungi had fallen away, and his cock, which had been soft and lifeless when she arrived, was now a thick, hard, fully erect pillar of flesh. Sabina saw it too, and a gasp of pure, unadulterated joy escaped her lips.

Sabina: Usman! Look at you! Dipa beti, look what you have done! He is a man again! A complete man!

Dipa: The body has been nourished. But the spirit must also be released. The cure is not finished.

Sabina looked from her husband’s magnificent erection to Dipa’s serene, all-knowing face. She understood.

Sabina: Beti, you have filled him with life. The vessel is overflowing. But now… you must show him how to use it. The fakir baba said the cure is only complete when the seed is released into a fertile vessel.

Dipa: I am that vessel.

She was the beginning and the end of this cure.

Sabina: Yes, beti. You are. Please… complete his healing.

Dipa sat up, her movement fluid and graceful. She looked down at Usman, Usman was looking up at her with a mixture of awe and raw, animal lust.

Sabina: You must be undressed Dipa. This ritual requires no secrets.

Sabina immediately moved to help, her hands working at Dipa’s sari. Together, they unwrapped the layers of white cotton, then the petticoat, until Dipa was completely naked, her body gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat and spilled milk in the dim light.

Sabina: You are so beautiful, beti. A true goddess.

Sabina gently pushed Dipa back onto the cot, arranging the rags into a makeshift pillow for her head. Usman moved up towards Dipa, his erection jutting proudly from his frail body.

Dipa: Now you, Usman Chacha. You must also be completely open to the cure.

He stood and let his lungi fall to the floor. Sabina then turned to Dipa, her eyes shining.

Sabina: How do you wish to proceed, Milk Queen, Command us.

Dipa: You will be my hands, Sabina. Prepare him. Prepare me.

Sabina smiled, a wide, conspiratorial grin. She took Usman’s cock in her hands, stroking it gently.

Sabina: He is ready, beti. So hard. He has not been like this for a long time.

Then, Sabina moved to Dipa, her fingers tracing the outline of her wet, swollen pussy lips.

Sabina: And you, beti. You are also ready. So wet, So open, So soft. Like a flower after the rain.

Dipa: Bring him to me.

Sabina guided her, positioning Usman between Dipa’s open legs.

Dipa: Yes, Usman… take your cure. I am life, I will become your saviour. Taste the flower with your desire. The flower blooms yearning for the love of a man. Fill yourself with life.

He entered her with a low groan, the sensation of his thick, hard cock sliding into her wet, welcoming cunt a shock to his long dormant system.

Usman: Ahhh… Dipa… it feels… I feel… alive!

He began to move, his rhythm slow and unsure at first. Sabina knelt beside them, her hands acting as a guide and an accelerant. She placed one hand on her husband’s hip, helping him find a rhythm. Her other hand moved to Dipa’s breast, her fingers gently pinching and rolling the nipple.

Dipa: Yes… Sabina, yes… like that…

The dual stimulation was intense. Dipa’s hips began to arch up to meet Usman’s thrusts. His confidence grew, his pace quickening, his movements becoming more powerful.

Sabina: That’s it, my husband! Show her your new strength! Show the Milk Queen that you are healed!

She moved her mouth to Dipa’s ear, her voice a hot whisper.

Sabina: You are doing it, beti. You are fucking the death out of him.

Sabina licked Dipa's ear filling her with pleasure, Dipa's neck rolled with her eyes closed.

Sabina: Maza aa raha hai ne beti.
(Looks like you are having fun, Dipa)

Sabina: Let me increase this pleasure.

Sabina moved her lips closer to Dipa's lips, Sabina looked directly into Dipa's eyes as her body was moving up and down as a result of that continued thumping.

Sabina: Do you want me to kiss you? Tell me? Say it!
Dipa: Yes, kiss me! While he fucks me hard, I want to kiss you, taste you, come close, fast!

Sabina moved closer her lips now touching, she didn't kiss, she just pressed her lips against hers.
Dipa took her mouth into her mouth completely, the entirety of her Sabina's lips were inside Dipa's mouth.

Sabina moved back and enjoyed that kiss. This was her first time kissing a woman.

Sabina now excited kissed her back, her tongue rolling on top of her.

Dipa moaned, lost in a sea of sensations, Usman’s cock filling her, his body pressing down on her, and Sabina’s foreplay and encouraging words driving her higher and higher. The hut was filled with the sounds of their bodies, a wet, rhythmic slapping that was a testament to the miracle she was performing.

Usman: Dipa… I am… I am close!

Dipa: Yes! Give it to me! Give me all of it! Release the poison!

With a final, desperate roar, he flooded her with his seed, Dipa screamed, her own orgasm ripping through her, a wave of pure, white-hot energy.

Usman collapsed on top of her, utterly spent, his breathing ragged. He was cured. Dipa lay beneath him, her body trembling in the aftermath of her own release, a profound sense of accomplishment washing over her.

Sabina was stroking them both, her face wet with tears of joy.

Sabina: Thank you, beti. Thank you. You saved my husband. You saved our lives.

After a few moments, Usman rolled off Dipa. He was already half-asleep, a look of deep, peaceful contentment on his face. Dipa slowly sat up. Sabina helped her wipe herself down with a damp rag, her touch reverent.

Sabina: You must stay, beti. Rest. I.. me and you need each other.

To be Continued..

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Saga 5 - Scene 4 - Usman Miya - Dil mein Doodh Ki Khushboo
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Usman’s breathing settled into the deep, even rhythm of a peaceful, profound sleep. He was no longer a patient or a predator; he was just a tired old man, resting after a great exertion. Dipa lay on the cot beside him, her body limp and aching, her mind a quiet sea of sensation.

Sabina moved with a silent grace. She dipped a clean rag into a bucket of warm water and came to Dipa’s side.

Sabina: You are exhausted, beti. You have given everything. Now, let me take care of you.

She began to clean Dipa, her touch gentle and reverent. She wiped the sweat from her brow, the lingering saliva of Usman’s kisses from her cleavage. Dipa closed her eyes, surrendering to the tender ministration.

Dipa: Thank you, Chachi… you don’t have to…

Sabina: Shhh. I want to. I need to. You have brought back my husband from death. Now I must purify you myself.

Sabina’s hands moved lower, the wet rag tracing paths over Dipa’s neck, her shoulders, her arms. As she cleaned Dipa’s breasts, she noticed the nipples, though raw and red, were beginning to bead with a tiny amount of fresh milk.

Sabina: Look, beti. Even after giving so much, you continue to produce. You truly are a fountain of life.

Dipa: It is not much… just a little…

Sabina: A single drop from you is worth more than a river from anyone else. May I… may I have it for myself? I feel I need your strength inside me, too.

Dipa looked at Sabina, at the open, honest desire in her eyes.

Dipa: Yes, Chachi. It is yours.

Sabina leaned down, her lips closing gently over the nipple. She suckled softly, her tongue teasing out the last few, precious drops of sweet, rich milk. It was not the desperate feeding of her husband, but a slow, sensual act of communion.

Dipa: Take more. You are more gentle. I like these sucking pulses. They always make me wet.

Sabina: (pulling away, a smile on her milky lips) My Daughter, she is always ready to breastfeed anyone in need.

Dipa: (gently pushing Sabina's head closer) Suck harder. I can feel more milk flowing. Ahhh…!

Sabina: So fresh and sweet. Mmmmmmmmm…! My mouth is full. I always wanted to do this but was a little shy. But with Usman asleep, we can have our own private time.

Dipa: I would very much like for us to spend more time like this.

Sabina: (looking into Dipa’s eyes) Thanks for this treat. You are so good, beti. So pure.

She leaned in, and this time, her kiss was not the frantic, desperate act from before. It was slow, tender, a deep exploration of Dipa’s mouth. Dipa kissed her back, a wave of a new and different kind of arousal washing over her. Sabina’s hands continued their work, the wet rag moving down Dipa’s belly, cleaning away the sticky remnants of Usman’s seed. Her fingers then moved lower, parting the hair of her mound.

Sabina: You are so beautiful here, too. So perfect. Let me make you clean.

Her fingers gently cleaned Dipa’s swollen, sensitive pussy lips. Dipa gasped, her hips arching off the cot.

Dipa: Chachi… what are you doing…?

Sabina: I am worshipping you, beti. As you deserve.

Her fingers slid inside Dipa, gentle and slick. Dipa moaned, her body coming alive again with a sharp, electric need. Sabina replaced her fingers with her mouth, her tongue finding Dipa’s clit with an expert precision that made Dipa cry out.

Dipa: Oh, God… Chachi… yes…

Sabina feasted on her, bringing Dipa to the edge of a screaming climax. But just before she could fall, Sabina pulled away.

Sabina: Not yet, beti. A goddess should not be the only one to receive pleasure.

She stood and quickly shed her own clothes, her wiry, experienced body revealed in the dim light. Sabina had a chubby, pear-shaped body with beautiful, heavy 36E breasts and a thick, hairy bush at the juncture of her thighs. She lay down on the cot, pulling Dipa on top of her.

Sabina: Now. You will taste me.

Dipa hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head. The scent was different, musky and distinctly female. It was intoxicating. She licked Sabina's clit, tasting her for the first time.

Sabina: Yes, beti… taste me… taste your Chachi…

Dipa began to lick and suck with a newfound confidence, her hands coming up to cup Sabina's heavy breasts.

Sabina reached down, grabbing Dipa’s shoulders and pulling her up until Dipa's own wet cunt was hovering just above her face.

Sabina: Like this, beti. Turn around and go down, taste my wet pussy again. This way we will worship each other.

Sabina lifted her head, her tongue finding Dipa's clit once more, while Dipa continued to feast on her from above. They settled into a deep, rhythmic 69, a perfect, mirrored act of mutual pleasure. Dipa’s hands roamed over Sabina’s body, exploring the soft flesh of her thighs, while Sabina’s own hands gripped Dipa’s ass, pulling her closer with every lick.

The world narrowed to the small cot, to the sounds of their wet mouths and soft moans, to the feeling of female flesh against female mouth. It was a different kind of ecstasy, a shared, mirrored pleasure that was both gentle and intensely powerful.

Finally, they could hold back no longer. They shifted, their bodies slick with sweat and each other’s juices, and locked themselves together, pussy against pussy, Sabina on the bottom and Dipa on top. They began to move, a frantic, desperate rhythm, grinding against each other until they both cried out, their orgasms crashing over them in a single, shared wave of blissful release.

They collapsed into each other’s arms, their bodies trembling, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Usman slept peacefully on the other side of the cot. Dipa lay her head on Sabina’s chest, a profound sense of peace and belonging washing over her.

Sabina: (stroking her hair) You see, beti. I told you. Me and you… we need each other.

Dipa: (softly) Chachi… I should go. It must be getting late. My son… Sameer…

Sabina: (tightening her embrace slightly) I know, beti. I know. But you will come back?

Dipa: Yes, Chachi. I will come back.

Sabina: For him?

Dipa looked at the sleeping form of Usman, then back at Sabina’s dark, knowing eyes.

Dipa: For both of you.

Sabina smiled, a genuine, tired, happy smile. She released Dipa and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead.

Dipa sat up, her body feeling wonderfully heavy and relaxed. She slowly began to gather her clothes, the familiar act of dressing feeling strange and foreign now. She pulled on her blouse, the fabric rough against her hypersensitive skin. She wrapped the white sari around her waist, the layers feeling like a cage after the absolute freedom of her nakedness.

She stood and looked down at Sabina, who was still lying naked on the cot, watching her with an open, tender expression.

Dipa: I will see you soon.

Sabina: We will be waiting.

Dipa slipped out of the hut and into the cool, late afternoon air of the slum. The world was busy, bathed in the grey light that comes just before sunset. As she walked through the busy alleys, her mind was not filled with fear or shame. It was filled with the memory of Sabina’s touch, Sabina’s taste, the surprising weight of Sabina’s breasts in her hands.

It was a new experience, a new secret. It was a thread of quiet, mutual pleasure in a tapestry of desperate, demanding need. She reached her own house as the first birds began to sing, feeling not like a sinner returning from a transgression, but like a traveler returning from a strange and beautiful new country.

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